When I crossed the elevated bridge, I could see the blue sky peeking through the clouds
It’s really hot lately, so I was just waiting for a breeze
Sitting beneath the shade of a tree,
There’s something stuck on my cheeks
When I look up, flowers are blooming and falling right above my head
Gently falling, we’re now forgetting to even breathe
And it’s too much work to even blink
Well, even today will turn into the past tomorrow
So I’m just waiting for the wind
That’s why, we’re now forgetting even our voices
And it’s too much work to even say goodbye
Flowers are just falling beneath the sunny sky
Right now, a spring storm is happening
The next day, I met up with you again at the same place
There weren’t that many people who went to see the cherry blossoms anymore
And I couldn’t smell spring in the air anymore
Will the summer come again this year?
When I crossed the elevated bridge, I could see you peeking from the end of the road
I wonder how much time is left?
I wonder how many more times can I still meet you in the spring…
At the hill by the riverside, I’m sitting beneath the shade of a tree
Again, just like yesterday, I’m sitting beneath the blooming flowers
We’re now forgetting to even breathe,
And it’s too much work to even blink
There’s no mistaking it; this storm of flowers scattering about right now
Is the spring thief
Today, still, time is being carried away by the wind,
And it’s too much work to even stand up
The sky can be seen between the falling flowers
A spring storm is happening, still
Today, I’ll go to see you as well
Then I’ll sit beneath the shade of a tree
And let out a sigh
The flowers have stopped blooming
I’ll go to see you again tomorrow
Spring is coming to an end
Time is fluttering down as if it’s leaving behind traces of the days we spent together
There aren’t enough words out there to sing of love
It’s too much work to even make them rhyme
There’s no way things like words can convey the blossoming present
Gently falling, we’re now forgetting even our voices
And it’s too much work to even blink
Only the two of us are here to watch the cherry blossoms
And I’m begging for the spring storm to not stop just yet
Just a little bit left
I can now count the ones left
Two flowers left
Just one more flower left
Only the leaves are left now, gently falling
Right now, spring has come to an end