I don't expect there's anyone who knows your world
Even when I close my eyes, I can't begin to understand it
All of a sudden I realized, I'd stolen your pulse with my hands
I want to brush your pretty hair.
To you, whose voice I cling to
At least I can see you in my memories
Perhaps you realized that you'd lost
Even the joy of suffering
Even in those eyes that reflect me palely
I can't find an opening to get a good look
Fragments of the things you said in repetentance
Stab my heart.
I gently close my vacant eyes.
At least I can see you in my memories,
And hear that voice I clung to.
The feeling that season brings
Is the vanished 'two crystals'