AISubs v3.6
The sun aims beyond the horizon, and in the dusk, when dawn breaks,
is there no regret like leaving something behind?
I don't want to go back yet.
It seems like I'm only looking out of the window where I live in the city.
I can't do it when I'm lonely.
Who should I tell about my tears?
The night made me a poet.
I don't want to end with beautiful things.
I'm hurt by living.
I want to stay by your side.