Let’s not spill it over
Even in these drifting days
Just feeling the spring night breeze
Let’s not rot away
We don’t need constraints
Let these whispered words become gentle echoes
Pretending to be normal
Walking unsteadily
While hiding the color of our blood
Left exposed to the elements
As everyone seems to rush through life
In the exchange of repeated words
To the whimsical nonsense only looking at the surface
I’m crying now
Let’s not spill it over
Even in these drifting days
Just feeling the spring night breeze
Let’s not rot away
We don’t need constraints
Let these whispered words become gentle echoes
The echoing sound begins to break the silence
Because I want a little more room to breathe
Even for my withered heart, I want to
Nurture it with my own gaze
Chasing after countless pasts
A life of just being pursued
Gathering the fragments of broken vessels
I’m still crying
Let’s not forget
Even in these wandering nights
Because I want to taste both the bitter and the sweet
Let’s not reject
We don’t need titles
My heart will surely echo
The resonating sounds gradually overlap
Like warming a soft voice
Even for my withered heart, I want to
Nurture it with my own gaze