I hear the voice of a hummingbird, taking flight after losing its resting branch,
And smell the remaining scent of the sleeping flowers, covering their ears to the sound.

As I reach my hand into the darkness,
It begins to melt away;
That winter shadow, where I was with you,
Is where I’ll be forever fixated.

I turn my back to the crying birds who’ve forgotten their way home,
Grasping faded petals within my hand.

On a soundless night of light snowfall,
It resonates;
A familiar voice is calling to me,
That I hold close as I fall asleep.

At the other end of this night, that sky is waiting;
Even if a thousand mornings pass, it will stay as it once was.

As I reach my hand into the darkness,
It begins to melt away;
The shadow of that winter where I was with you,
Is what I’ll be forever fixated upon.

On a soundless night of light snowfall,
It resonates;
A familiar voice is calling to me,
That opens the door to my heart.

Onward, toward that spring we once parted.

とまる枝なくして飛び立つハチドリの声
耳を塞ぎ眠る花たちの残り香

手を伸ばした夕闇の中
溶けてゆく
あなたといたあの冬の影
いつまでも見てる

帰り道忘れて泣き出す鳥たちを背に
色褪せた花びら手の中に包んだ

淡雪降る音のない夜
響いてく
私を呼ぶ懐かしい声
抱きしめて眠る

この夜の先にはあの空が待っている
千の朝が過ぎてもあのときのままで

手を伸ばした夕闇の中
溶けてゆく
あなたといたあの冬の影
いつまでも見てる

淡雪降る音のない夜
響いてく
私を呼ぶ懐かしい声
胸の戸を開く

いつか 別れた あの春へ