Chiharu

There was a trace of winter in your hair
Bitter-sweet, like smoke, an ice-blue hue
Spring petals stuck in my hair
We laughed together
It feels like it was so long ago

So fragile
Just a fleeting young love of the season
I hold it close, waiting for the rain
On a day of fireworks, spring is fading away again

Gently brushing my cheeks
In the spring rain, I remember you again
When I grasp the fading light of pale pink
I can already hear the flowers' whispers

In the afternoon town, a lost sea of gray
It's just a drizzle
No point in using an umbrella
As the droplets slid down your long lashes
If I could become one of them
Even that fantasy feels nostalgic

Our time
Just slipped away with the fleeting seasons
When I noticed, your back was beyond the spring haze
It had already escaped

Gently brushing my cheeks
In the spring rain, I remember you again
As I gather the petals that blur into asphalt

Even if trampled and stained many times, that vivid peach color
Was trapped in the colorless fog since that day
It was too dazzling for my eyes
Even if the seasons cycle back, I want to return here
On a day of fireworks

Gently flowing down my cheeks
The droplets have already overflowed
The whole scenery is blurring
I felt like I saw your back

Gently brushing my cheeks
In the spring rain, I remember you again
When I grasp the fading light of pale pink
I can already hear the flowers' whispers

In the warm breeze, there was a trace of winter
No matter how many times
I’ll walk through a spring without you.