The city under the moonlight, the people under the lamps are waiting
The wind in the crowd, the sound of time in the songs
Who sighs unconsciously
Sigh the unconscious age
Who still listens to the beauty of One Autumn Leaf?
In the morning, you came and left behind, and the fragrance of cherry blossoms filled the air
The window has been opened, the door has been opened, and people have asked me what to say.
You once sang the same moonlight
Used to accompany me in mourning for fallen leaves
I once drew my appearance in front of the snow-covered window
Those snowy winters
That oath blocked by the door
That string of goodbyes covered in snow