※ 引述《kuboaoi (TAKUN)》之铭言： : ホワイトロード : 作词　TAKURO : 作曲　TAKURO : 圣なる夜に口づけを　冬鸣りの果てに风の歌が闻こえた : 故郷の便りに心で手を合わせて　冻る窓辺の外は悲しき荒野 : 今年はどんな年だったの？　不意に闻かれて言叶に诘まる时代だ : ここでさよならを　そしてまた约束を : そうどちらも徒然に胸を裂き胸に咲く : 季节は変わり : 片思いの切なさを超えた二人のこの恋は : 最初じゃなく最高でもないかもしれないけれど : やがて爱に変わる　最後の恋と呼べる : そう思うよ : 眠れぬ夜はいつだって　去り际の「またね」を心で巻き戻し : 微笑を宿すただありふれた恋に　もう何度救われたのか分からないよ : 知らず知らずにまた梦を　軽く口にすればしぼんでいくようで : 「梦に疲れたら帰ってこいよ」なんて : 癖のある话し方　不器用な优しさに涙こぼした : 振り返れば故郷は场所ではなくて　あなたでした : 子供を抱き駆けた夜道 : これからは爱する人と并んで : ひたむきに生きてゆく　WHITE ROAD : 帰らざる日々は想いでとなって　ひとりの夜にはそっと取り出して : 出逢いという道の上　别れの足迹数えながら : 片思いの切なさを超えた二人のこの恋は : 最初じゃなく最高でもないかもしれないけれど : やがて爱に変わる　最後の恋と呼べる : そう思うよ : そう誓うよ : 心の中にいつもあの　WHITE ROAD 英文版Orz... kissing on the holy night, beyond the sounds of winter I could hear the song of the wind I was startled by the news from home outside the frosted window was a sad wasteland How was this year for you? I'm at the age where I get lost for words when someone just comes out and asks me that we bid goodbye here, and then made a promise and in time, both our parting and the promise tore my heart, and bloomed within, as the seasons changed this romance that's surmounted the pain of being unrequited is not the first, and probably not the best but when it becomes love, I think we'll be able to call it our final love. on sleepless nights I always go over in my mind the 'see you later' from when we parted I'm can't tell you how many times I've been saved, by this ordinary love which houses the smiles when, again unconsciously, I keep talking so freely about my dreams it's like they shrivel up, when you say in that peculiar manner, "when you tire of your dreams, come on home" I started to cry at your awkward attempts at kindness. when I look back, my hometown wasn't a place, it was you. child in my arms, running down the night road from now on I'll walk with someone I love, and live with singular purpose, white road the days long gone become memories, I'll quietly take them out on nights I'm alone. on the road to finding that special someone I count the footprints of those that went away our romance that has surmounted the pain of being unrequited may not be the first, nor the greatest but when at last it becomes love, I think we'll be able to call it the last I swear it. In my heart, there's always that white road. --

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