TERU No Uta

As the twilight approaches above the clouds
Always flying alone
The hawk will surely become sad
In the wind that even the sound struggles
With those wings that grabbed the sky
Unable to rest

What can we compare the heart to, this heart like a hawk
What can we compare the heart to, this sadness that dances in the sky

In the shelter of the rain falling softly
Always blooming small
The flower will surely be in pain
In the faint color of the rain
With no hand to admire
The pale pink petals

What can we compare the heart to, this heart like a flower
What can we compare the heart to, the pain of being struck by the rain

On the deserted path in the field without human presence
Walking with me
You must also be lonely
In the grassland where insects whisper
Walking the road together
Enduring without saying a word

What can we compare the heart to, this heart walking the lonely road
What can we compare the heart to, the loneliness of walking alone