I gradually dissolve into your melody as you whisper into twilight's darkness.
I can sense eternity through our mutually enthralling eyes,
as our love--the quintessence of our life--quietly sprouts.
The dews of my thoughts and dreams flutter rapidly in the spring breeze.
Berserkly mutilating the quirk of fate this revolving planet has bestowed upon me,
I, a fragile butterfly, can only keep on dreaming while slowly disintegrating.
The sound of footsteps, growing fainter, pierces straight through my trembling back.
I cast away my everything into the pitch-black ocean in the sky,
and wish for your happiness.
The river of passion--and of love--moves my body with a rustling sound,
and makes a voiceless voice resound through the empty days,
in countless rainy nights where the moon is obstructed by the clouds.
Even if I should perish from being shattered by an endless storm...
The dews of my thoughts and dreams flutter rapidly in the spring breeze.
Even if I should be forgotten by the never-stopping time,
with colors as bright as always, I will still be sending my thoughts to you.