Acanthe

The perfume of spring invites me to wake up
Memories and thoughts that have enclosed love
The cycle of life that calls out
Knowing the faintly noisy hope

The resurrected flower of singing voices
Ancient memories are scattered
Longing for the scent of tranquility
Yearning for it

Longing and reverie while humming
Yearning for a sleepless hermitage
Someday, a kiss that will blow into the heart
Into eternity

The warmth of spring's lumière will never disappear
The love that sings and moves through the broken time
Is fate

The resurrected singing voice is now
The ancient thoughts are fluttering
In the rich and shining light
Seeing the future as a dream

In the desolate and crumbling solitude
This is the hermitage where I seek solace
Someday, arms that will embrace that desire
Into eternity

In the revolving seasons, there is no end
Even without words, there is a soul
To convey this, gently tie together
This slight gap

The remaining traces of the distant past are cherished
The love story of yesteryear is adorned
Evidence that has transcended the era of scars

Even if the singing voice fades away
Even if thoughts pause countless times
I will give back the spring that repeats
A kiss that blows into the heart
Into eternity