She feels so close, but I can’t touch her when I reach out my hand.
But even if I can’t touch her, there has to be something left in our hearts.
We existed in the same time and looked up at the same sky.
If we remember that, I can believe that we’re with each other even if we’re far apart.
For now, I’ll keep on running.
If I aim for what’s in distance, I should eventually be able to reach out and touch what I’m aiming for.