Davichi - Time Capsule

Growing more and more tired These days are so empty I don't even want to look back at myself at the end of the day I'm disappointed in myself too It's hard because it's a dream, that kind of feeling Then one day, I Opened a dusty drawer And smiled brightly This time capsule, from when I was young Filled with words I wrote, to myself A letter folded neatly and buried The tortoise and I, slow but happy Stop for a moment Open it slightly Stand there for a long time, connecting time How far have you gone? What kind of adult have you become? Someday, I will face Your future self, so far away Will you achieve that dream? Me? Where am I now? I came here without even knowing Always repeating something Memories from the distant past What dream did I have?