On the nights you cannot sleep, you slip away and take a walk on the road
In the summer you walk on the road by the parallel river
The wind dampens softly and carries the smell of a memory
The smell of oak makes you remember in the midst of your thoughts

"Don't you think that the eye of the season is concentrating on us?"
The gentle words you couldn't say disappeared
Forgetting to tidy up, because you'd like to see the fireworks
Getting to the heart directly is impossible, how can you make it to the centre?...

At that time you said
"You're being brisk, don't you think?" you muttered...

Your laughing season comes
Even though you're not laughing when it comes along
A pleasant memory
Equals the number of tears that overflow and
Equals the number of gentle memories
Still, this heart it hurts, it hurts me so

That time you probably wanted to say something however
The fireworks, the children frolicing, you didn't want your voice to distrub them
Your speech and spark leaving the summer night's sky
Always after losing important things, we become more aware

At that time you said
"It's pretty tidy, don't you think?" you muttered...
A short-lived devotion
And yet you remembered.....

Your laughing season comes
Even though you're not laughing when it comes along, laughing when it comes along

You keep changing from season to season
Without me being able to change

You're laughing in the season's sky
Where the shooting stars are caught
You understand your dream won't come true, but
Yet once more you want to meet
After such a long time and shout
"We were truely in love."

To see you under the night sky
I will start walking as one person