The girl who sold men her springtime became the shadow of a steel pillar
She spoke happily of wanting to fly through the sky
The many pains we had carried in hand
From that day, hid themselves away
Who was it that triumphantly put a name
To the unforgivable, dull pain in our hearts
Calling it the springtime of our youth?
This is our resistance, having borne sins
From the very instant we came into this world
We knew no lifeboat would come to save us
Now it’s spring, and I’m searching, searching for your shadow
Someday, I’ll go to meet you again…
Bearing wounds and living on: with even that
Like a punishment, a sentence
One day, even though it couldn’t possibly exist
We made up an imaginary country
The following day as well, we were waiting for a boat to greet us
Eating away at our time, getting crumbs everywhere
My heart, with no place to go, choked and sobbed, saying
“I want you to set me free, to somewhere, anywhere but here—
Before spring ends!”
My repressed feelings are being released
Into that sky she wanted to fly through
“Goodbye”, “I’m so sorry”, “I wonder if we’ll meet again…”
“I won’t forget it! That springtime of our youth”
I wonder if our future was decided as well
From the very instant we came into this world
I pretended not to hear whoever it was that said that
The spring scatters, disperses, and the seasons repeat
Even now, I’m searching for you…
This is our resistance, having borne sins
From the very instant we came into this world
We knew no lifeboat would come to save us
I’ll wait for spring, and search, search for your shadow
So that I’ll never be parted from you again…
Someday, I’ll go to meet you again
Bearing this vow!