Kachou Fuugetsu

In the distant sky, a single song
Longing for the flower, waiting for your breath

The rain clears, sometimes in dreams and reality
Unknown to the reader, trembling buds

Faintly scented memories dance
In the early evening, swallowed by twilight

Searching for thousands of colors in the thin air
Like dyeing a nameless secret forest, like a dream

If you don't sing
To the flowers, to the birds
To the wind, to the moon
Tightly closed thread
For gently drawing near
A faint prayer

The night sky is not clear, with a faint moon
Like the scattered light of falling flowers

The darkness of the weak moon, the end of spring
Unconsciously yearning for the dream of love

Crossing over thousands of fields, like a blowing wind
The loneliness that passes through the forest of crying flowers

If you can't sing, gently place the overlapping voices
Next to the birds, next to the wind
To the moon
To the distant winter you

Searching for thousands of colors in the thin air
Like dyeing a nameless secret forest, like a dream

If you don't sing
To the flowers, to the birds
To the wind, to the moon
Tightly closed thread
For gently drawing near
A faint prayer

Even now, to you from afar