The driving memories echo hollowly…
No matter how much it continues to draw, it will never fade
The spring's scent hides the scars if you entrust your body to sleep
This land has no end Under the flowing snow You are being colored…
If it wakes up it will disappear, the gentle vertigo
And so being illuminated by the moon I will sleep in the endless dream…
The sun's light begins to blot out memories that have piled up
While I look down many tears are flowing
My fingertips are only frightened
Because you are not here….
Because you are not here….
But I wonder, why can I feel a fleeting worry?
Called out by the season I enter the world of sleep
The eye will close in worry anytime
You were by my side…
You were surely there smiling tenderly for me
The lovely season followed the ripples and gave me love…
The sunbeams that flow in The clear blue sky… being painted by you…
If it wakes up it will disappear, the gentle vertigo
And so being illuminated by the moon I will sleep in the endless dream…
Being shaken by hesitations the memories overflow
However
Is this simply a dream?
Therefore
It does not reach in the fingertips
It does not reach in the smiling face
It does not reach in you
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