My springtime girl, with the tender soul of a traveller.
With a sad look and a suitcase full of hope.
I found you in my dreams, wandering through the calendar,
You took them and stitched them back together with thread and rope.

You met me when I was a stranded ship.
A slave to the wind, searching for lost beliefs.
But your heart was not rusted with promises,
And on your lips, once again, I learned to breathe.

I had no more fables or words of salvation left.
Only the comfort of a well-told lie.
Even if it's not true, just tell me you love me.
I want you to flow through my cracks.

But my Chiaki, you put me back together.
Your words were sincere, even if the world denies it.
Your gentle kisses stopped hurting a long time ago.
When life was fragile, you held me with indiscriminate care.

Cutie