[Song Information] Looking Back at the Youthful Voices

That child possessed a voice that stirred up a deep sense of nostalgia.
It was an innocent, languid voice—hard to believe it belonged to someone my own age.
In that child, I found the very thing I had been longing for: a return to the voice I’d lost when my own changed.

Usually, once your voice has deepened, you don’t really sit around wishing to go back to how it used to sound.
I knew well enough that changing it back wasn’t exactly easy.
And yet, I found myself clinging to that very idea.

I remember the events of that time vividly.
I could no longer hit the high notes, and I wept bitterly, consumed by a regret that had nowhere to go.
It felt as though I’d ​​been suddenly thrust into the world of adulthood—a realm of personal responsibility—and I drifted through my days, paralyzed by a mix of fear and listlessness.

…Until I met you.
I craved that voice of yours with every fiber of my being.
Each word you spoke felt as if it were reclaiming the time I had lost.

“Please… let me hear that voice.”
As I spoke, forcing the words out through a choked throat, you…

“Your grown-up voice is truly wonderful.”

…How could you say such a thing?
If I were you, and you were me… would I have never felt this way? No… I suppose it would have been the same in the end.

…We were both possessed by the voice.