Kiro

Gray, cloudy skies, the unmelting white
Is the color of the pain I loved
The time that stacks up is a magic that won't fade
I learned of the seasons I lost

Even my sighs are stained white
While the song in the shade of the trees still sings
Did you see the sky as it darkened?

The clock's hands strike, hitting my heart
The path that passing time follows
Even if I trace the same scenery again and again
I dream a gentle dream
Not even knowing kind words
Oh, fragments of a freezing night
I hold the buds soaked in tears
Waiting for that spring
The colors of that time

The crimson dropped in a closed world
Leads to the fragments of the season
Dyeing the dawn blue
While dreaming of the dappled sky
The warmth seems far away

The clock's hands move without hesitation
Oh, fragments of the passing spring
In the faint scent of midsummer's presence
Swaying gently
The gentle autumn comes without warning
Wrapped in the shadow of a freezing winter
I hold the buds soaked in tears
Just waiting for spring

Seasons go round, tracing and getting lost
Stumbling many times
Delivering the same flower domestically

The clock's hands strike my heart
Oh, fragments of the passing spring
In the faint scent of midsummer's presence
Swaying gently
The gentle autumn comes without warning
Wrapped in the shadow of a freezing winter
I hold the buds soaked in tears
Waiting for that spring again.