In the bittersweetness of a lie
Where the lilypads are bloomless yet
Mirrored in the chestnut of your eyes
I notice the twinkle of a firefly
Beneath the starlight
upon this wooden bridge
夢 しても
I tell myself that
Now you are but a dream
And to let you go
Petals rest upon your earthy locks.
Like a mount dusted with powdered snow ah
わずかな痛みにも
Every edge upon your skin is still recalled