Rondo

White petals of a rose, when one or two bloom,
Memories of that day will surely come back.
Bathed in gentle light, the flowers bloomed at night,
Sweetly and painfully, they change their hues.

Like tracing a shining thread,
Time flows quietly by,
As the road sways gently,
People are reborn.

Your smile warms my heart,
I saw it somewhere,
In a sweet dream.
Even if the present is cut off by the sinking sunset,
Our shadows keep overlapping.

Endlessly far, infinitely deep,
As if entwined in a fateful bond,
Grasping many times,
Losing many times,
Finally, we were able to meet.

The sky holds the earth, the flowers await the rain,
As night turns into tomorrow,
The two hearts were once one,
I wanted this so much.

Wishing, dreaming, let’s meet tonight,
If we can come together,
Let’s dance our rondo.

As if to let the past days flow away,
The moon gently wanes,
Once again in the memories,
Love overflows.
If I could walk with you,
In the shadow of your years,
Even if the wind blows and drifts away,
Don’t forget to believe.

Fleeting sparkle, ephemeral shimmer,
Like a wandering illusion,
Even if I drift, to that unchanging place,
I finally reached it.

Darkness steals the light, lies turn to tears,
Even if the past blooms into the future,
As we keep meeting,
Surely, I chose this place.

Endlessly far, infinitely deep,
As if entwined in a fateful bond,
Grasping many times,
Losing many times,
Finally, we were able to meet.

The sky holds the earth, the flowers await the rain,
As night turns into tomorrow,
The two hearts were once one,
I wanted this so much.

White petals of a rose,
When one or two fall,
They’ll be dyed in a gentle morning.

And then reborn,
If you call out from your heart,
Our love will become,
Eternal.