[Onmyoji] Flowers Bloom in Splendor, Then Fall

The flowers bloom in splendor, but in the end, they fall.

I wish I could give you everything, like a child...

A tenderness I am not allowed, and a wavering possessiveness.

This selfish love cannot be measured.

The flowers bloom in splendor, but in the end, they fall.

My brief memories overflow with longing.

O life, withering and fading, you become illusory yet strong,

As cold and gentle as time.