It Began in Spring

Don't expect too much from love,

it may not be the best thing.

It brings plenty of troubles,

yet no one can escape them,

and we all endure the same torment.

Still, everyone has high hopes,

from meeting and embracing

to passionate kisses and finding someone to lean on.

We dream of growing old together.

When the quality of life doesn't improve,

passionate love loses its spark.

Both people start to think,

wondering how to escape

and forget everything that came before.

Don't expect too much from me,

I may not be the best.

I have plenty of troubles, too.

I've thought about running away,

and wondered if love came too soon.

Is that it?

I know

being in love doesn't mean growing old together.

Even the beautiful legends are ancient.

Since there's no escape,

then we must face the torment.

The world holds more than flowers and grass,

and life is more than passionate kisses and embraces.

Hard work is necessary, too,

and so is careful thought.

When our efforts bring no reward,

when our ideals turn into bubbles,

when devotion becomes a joke,

when life turns sour,

where can we find

our former pride,

the goals we once longed for?

The other shore remains far away.