I grew fond of that large window, because I could see the lake from it.
When May comes, flowers bloom… everywhere the eye can see!

I expect that anyone seeing it would pass it by, thinking it not so uncommon,
But treasures are hidden in the most trivial of things.

A song of love that no one knows and that isn’t written down anywhere –
One that only I know the existence of: a box I’ll never open again.

Water birds swim amidst tranquility.

Within the hazy, white morning mist, those lost children dance;
When they open their eyes, they grasp proof that they were not a dream.

Once put it to words, the colors become lustrous, and this song of love takes command –
That melody changes me: a sweet, sad sound.

The touch of a cold hand… eyes that inspire compassion…
Please don’t take from me the things that person gave to me…
… the proof that I’m not a dream.

If no one knows of something, and it can’t be seen, would you say it has no meaning?
As long as I remember it, that song is right here!
A song of love that no one knows and that isn’t written down anywhere –
One that only I know the existence of: a box I’ll never open again.

大きな窓が気に入ったの　湖が見えるから
5月になれば花が咲くわ　一面に

人が見れば　珍しくもないと通りすぎるはず
宝物は平凡な場所に隠されるもの

誰も知らず　どこにも記されずに　消えてしまう恋のうた
私だけが存在を知っている　二度と開けない箱

静謐の中を水鳥が泳いでく

白くけぶる朝もやの中で踊る迷子たち
目覚めるとき　夢じゃなかった証を　握っているの

口にすれば　艶やかに色づいて　支配される恋のうた
そのしらべは　私を変えてしまう　甘く哀しい音

冷たい手の感触　慈しむような瞳
奪わないで　私から　あの人がくれたもの
夢ではない証

誰も知らず　目にも見えないなら　無意味だと言うでしょうか
私が覚えている限り　うたはここに
誰も知らず　どこにも記されずに　消えてしまう恋のうた
私だけが存在を知っている　二度と開けない箱