In the deep forest, there is a faint fragrance
Trying to find your daily figure, suddenly you smile at me
I want to reach out and touch it, but my outstretched hand dances like catching a phantom
I have always wanted to see you. I have always wanted to see you deeply.
Spend sleepless nights like this
Surrounded by your remaining light and shadow, I cry loudly
Stepping over the remains of love with bare feet, bright red oozed out
The singing voice that can no longer be conveyed is snatched away by the wind
Just disappeared into the distance
A sight that cannot be touched again
Flowing away with a rustling sound inside the sand clock
Too heavy a memory and those hands
And that flying hair
Your remaining light and shadow are too huge
In that deep and deep forest...
The distant singing tells a beautiful myth from thousands of years ago...