In the land before awakening,
We always
Sang together,
Cheek to cheek.

Even if unknown futures
Await us,
So that we can return
Without losing our way someday.

Let’s grant the little birds
Wings of song,
That they may never forget.

This gentle yet sorrowful
Feeling - where and when
Will it grow?
Within the blue buds.

The arms that hold only you
Turn into vines,
Gently entwining,
Not wanting to let go.
Lalala...

In the corner of the endless garden,
In this small world,
We slept.

Burying the plucked buds
In the soil of mourning,
As we dig together,
Let’s leave behind our warmth.

If dreaming
Is this difficult,
Then...

This beloved yet lonely
Heart cracks apart,
Layering over itself,
Like the twinkling of stars.

The hand I extend to you
Becomes the wind,
No matter how far,
It will surely reach you.
Lalala...

This longing yet sorrowful
Feeling - where and when
Will it grow?
Under the roots of the roses.

The strength to hold only you
Has, before I knew it,
Become so strong,
I don’t want to let go.
Lalala...