I want to leave...

One day the boy began to dream. 
In my heart that has never seen the sea Dream of leaving on a small sail boat.​

The moment I first saw the longing for the sea 
Even if I realize that I can't make that dream come true It was a sea of dreams that had not yet been awakened.

The wide tidal flat It wasn't the sea I was dreaming of The port was not the fishing village of my dreams.​
The ship was unsightly and small and old. 
Broken as many years as a boy had.​

So he decided to create that sea of memories. 
I erased the color and saved only the traces that remain in my heart. 
They are faded memories and fragments of memories. ​

I still want to leave. 
Even at the moment of returning to the barren tidal flat in reality and standing again.