The blue wind floats as if flowing past, carrying my broken heart into the distance.
It brushes against my cheeks.
I felt like I could hear your song coming from somewhere.
This feeling overflows endlessly, even during the changing seasons.
If it will wither and change colours unnoticed, then—
If I look up, I will see the crescent moon drawing an ark in the sky
heading into the distance, and to you whom it will meet somewhere.
If I look up, I will see it drawing an arc in the sky.
The fleeting dream I found through loss rains down endlessly even now, overlapping with my feelings.
An illusion reflected in my window gently knocks at the doors to my heart.
When I looked back, it asked me a question—
The madder clouds stood still, and I looked up at the dusk.
I cannot forget those countless words.
I’ll gather them, one by one, and make them bloom so they will reach you.
Fragments of stardust spill and fall
inside my burning heart, heading to the distant sky.
I embrace the warmth I noticed through snuggling up to you.
Even now, I look at you resolutely and spread my wings.
I hold tender summer’s fragrance close to me.
The place the shooting star pointed to is dawn, which concealed the beginning.
If I look up, I will see the crescent moon drawing an ark in the sky
heading into the distance, and to you whom it will meet somewhere.
The fleeting dream I found through loss
rains down endlessly even now, towards you.
Fragments of stardust spill and fall
inside my burning heart, heading to the distant sky.
I embrace the warmth I noticed through snuggling up to you.
Even now, I look at you resolutely and spread my wings.
Translated by Releska