Time is running through the park in the summer rain.
Time is running out at night on the bullet train.
Time is pushing someone else to win.
Time is flying, and it falls within;
Time does not belong to you and me.
I could not find the time in my dream;
In this empty park, in this summer rain
I keep thinking about the time and the passing train;
Time stood still, in this park, on this rainy day,
And the shadow of tomorrow passed away today.