In the moonlight, with the star-filled sky.
Who is the crying sky trying to imitate?
It carries a breeze of familiarity.
A period of breeze, a piece of song, brings the memories of you back.
I only regret, in the past, ego hides how I truly feel.
And I chose abandonment because of the smallest of things.
Never ending mistakes that carry on for life.

Springtime feels like bitter winter.
As I sleep with open eyes.
My heart, diseased.
My eyes only see leaves constantly falling, and never growing.
How can this love be so long?
That it winds into a thousand of knots.

Is there a sword that can separate a love that seems tangled indefinitely.
Is there any thread or pin that can stitch back a relationship, ripped apart?
Singing love songs alone is the worst agony.
A torture of which I cannot escape.
Only in times of peril will my true feelings be divulged.
So, let's just carry on with the silence.
As we bid farewell, the memories linger on.
Unable to keep worries at bay without you by my side.
Though my concern is hidden from my eyes, it remains in my heart.
I can't help but wish to be able to hold your hands once again.

Against the moonlit sky, I could no longer see you smile.
I can only hear you from the past.
Your promises made to me through thoughts.

Stubbornness drags happiness further and further away.
While I refuse to back off just one tiny step.
I lost everything I once held.
As I stood still in the hands of time.
The willow tree dazzles my eyes.
Do you hear that?
The person crying in the silence, in the lonely alley, in pain.