With the color of flowers burying the sky,
my love has faded and become weak
Even as everything will eventually pass,
I think only of you.
Someday I'd have kissed
Spring's twilight for the first time
In the midst of a seemingly illusory fragrance,
I think only of you.
O mutually seeking sorrows,
pour down and envelope me
Not even being able to look ahead, or to breathe
I think only of you.
The loveliest version of me
wants to keep you,
and only you
in a fleeting memento of spring
The banquet of dancing flowers are no longer afraid or confused,
and flow along until the moon stops.
I leave this body up to your heart
Till I die
Not even being able to look ahead, or to breathe
I think only of you.
Even as everything will eventually pass,
I think only of you.
Ah can you hear my voice?
This voice which thinks of you.