Goodbyes, as well as sorrow,
Are the same as the chorus of singing cicadas
Screaming to the extent of their lives
Only to disappear
More, more and more
I want to sink
In this place there’s no sound anymore
Yet warmth remains
Turning my back on summer, I become foam
Like The Little Mermaid
Why, why, why
Do I feel so comfortable?
Giving the aquatic plants a kiss
I long for the breath I no longer have
To the point there is no summer
Coldness remains
I can’t go back anymore
And this isn’t my place anymore
Washing away the passing days
I spoke of my memories
I sense the taste of summer clouds
It seems I’ve already died
Covered in a cloud of dust
I can see you crying
Goodbyes, as well as sorrow,
Are the same as the chorus of singing cicadas
Screaming to the extent of their lives
Only to disappear