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 a fog of flowers
The song that woke up in my heart is still so beautiful now
Time after time The miracle of meeting you
In the street where the breeze blows slowly
Quietly holding hands and walking down the slope together
A promise that 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
Time after time A person is walking on the street where petals are dancing
Although it cannot be recovered once it is scattered,
The scenery remains unchanged from that day, and the tears fall gently
Like petals fluttering in the wind smoothing the water
Precious memories are so sad
Although people are all lonely, so don't look for someone you miss
I don't want this. It's just pursuing something illusory but easily destroyed.
Time after time
If I meet you again in the streets dyed pink with cherry blossoms
No more promises
This time, I must stay with you who is more vulnerable to injury than anyone else.