Suddendly, hidden in the evening, watching over my destination
Inside the scenery where I lost words, you were there
If people vanish endlessly like snow
These feelings should vanish with everything else
Spring is a journey. About the day I left this place in the morning.
Every Summer. I think of our night.
Autumn’s darkness. Darker than twilight.
Calling the Winter. The four seasons are circulating.
Cherry blossoms dance. During a gorgeus feast.
Stars fall. Pouring to you.
Moon shines. Creating the shadow of two people.
Snow is piled up. Around and everywhere.
You are still far…
Oh, why
Aren’t you looking at me?
Who are you looking at?
Oh, why
Are you always looking for something?
Where just are you?
Oh, someone…
Please tell me…
The transitory four seasons changed so much as my feeling is the only unchanged
For years, I continued embracing it inside my heart
Still this transient voice calls for an unrechable end
It resounds just like someone reading a unknown song
The sealed demons. That day, the sudden encounter.
Dreaming time. Like a real dream.
Illusions. Without an end.
In strange hands. It was held.
Crimson fate. Does it unite two persons?
Mystical dream. Does it show an illusion?
Endless night. How far will it last?
Still Spring is spinning.
You are still far…
Oh, why
Aren’t you looking at me?
Who are you looking at?
Oh, why
Are you always looking for something?
Where just are you?
Oh, someone…
Please tell me…