Rather than conveying special events, these feelings I hold as a matter of course
Are harder to convey; they pile up as words that won’t become voices
Without the luxury of seeing the passing seasons, worn out between people
How long have you walked alone? That smile leads to a blooming tomorrow, a continuing trace
Spring buds, summer blooms, autumn scents, winter rages
Two shadows embracing each other sway, holding hands
Let’s walk now and tomorrow, no matter what future awaits
Like the colors of the revolving seasons, even in sad and happy times
It might sound exaggerated, but living with you, the miracle of being born on this star
Arguments over trivial matters, rubbing against each other as equals
Though we should be seeing the same scenery, everyone interprets it differently
You’ve made it this far, it must have been painful
Lonely, how painful it must have been
If no one is looking at you, I’m watching from the best seat, always
Withered flowers dance and fall, returning to the earth, never ceasing their breath
Connecting, changing colors, holding hands
Let’s walk now and tomorrow, no matter how many memories we accumulate
In times of smiles and tears, we can start again, as many times as needed
There’s no end if you ask for more, but the star where you live is surely still beautiful
Spring buds, summer blooms, autumn scents, winter rages
Two shadows embracing each other sway, holding hands
Let’s walk now and tomorrow, no matter what future awaits
Like the colors of the revolving seasons, even in sad and happy times
It might sound exaggerated, but the miracle of living with you, engraved on this star