It's up to you

Is this more than my own hands can accomplish?

My smooth hands that should be worn with life,

the sand that I want to linger,

easily slips through my fingers.

Carried on by the sound of the wind.

Resonating. Empty.

My hand outstretched.

I wonder, what could connect my hand to yours?

The hands still move, it's impossible to return.

Happiness or sadness, tomorrow will come.

These hands are set, walking forward and counting each step.

Tick tick. Clap clap. Tick tick. Clap clap.

Resonating. Empty.

My hand outstretched.

I wonder, what could connect my hand to yours?

It's impossible to return.

Tick tick. Clap clap.

My hand outstretched.

Tick tick. Clap clap.

The singing wind that carries the sand.

Tick tick.

Happiness or sadness, tomorrow will come.

Clap clap.

I wonder, what could connect my hand to yours?

I wonder, will you be happy tomorrow?