"Mister!"
"They say you can make miracles... is that true?"
The girl enquired the old man.
"Hah... I wonder myself..."
"Maybe you'd call it a miracle, maybe not..."
"But I suppose long ago, I used to raise some flying reindeer..."
"Wha?! No way! You're a terrible joker, mister!"
"Heh heh... Well, now!"
"You ought to be going. I bet your mom'll be angry otherwise."
Despite the old man's urging, the girl couldn't accept it.
Showing this with her expression, she reluctantly nodded her head.
But then, as if just recalling it, the old man said...
"Ah, right! Until the next time we meet, think about what it is you want."
"As thanks for listening to this senile old man and keeping him company,"
"I'll give you whatever you like."
"Yaaay! Thank you!"
"You promise?"
I've lost the name that God gave to me;
all status, honor, and glory is gone now...
I was shunned, and made a fool of,
but I just laughed it off
I saw I was putting on the years,
but still I smiled
Until you know the meaning of "goodbye,"
you'll act like it's all just fine...
aren't I right?
I don't have to the power to make miracles,
but I can't help but let out tears...
I kept such good care of that old blue clock,
but with the second hand stopped, I felt so lonely...
I put my own self second, and wished for others' joy,
so my declining life could bring smiles elsewhere...
Don't go -
there's so much I still don't know
You cradled me with great, warm hands, but it still hurt...
If you have the power to make miracles,
then please, God, just once more...
One day in December,
I heard bells from far away,
telling me an old, white-bearded man
was coming to see me...
Until I know
the meaning of "goodbye,"
you'll act like it's all just fine...
aren't I right?
Maybe you don't have to the power to make miracles,
but there's something far more important...
Hey, there's something I want,
so please listen;
just put it in my stocking - that's fine, right?
Never mind the power to make miracles;
I found something much more precious...
And it was you who taught it to me...