If I could meet you again, I would never let go of your hand
Telling that spring is coming to an end, flowers and fruits and mist flowers
The song that woke up in my heart is still so beautiful now
Time after time
The miracle of meeting you on the street where the breeze blows slowly
Quietly holding hands and walking down the slope together
A promise I haven't forgotten to this day. I can hear your voice in the wind.
A distant memory as cold as thin ice. I once swore I would never know the horror of being injured.
When can I be in this same place again?
When the days of thin red season come
Let's meet again with a smile