The dream painted in the back of my eyes, is also fleeting
Still, I yearned after this childish ideal, but those days are fading
I thought it was eternal, but that summer sky is not coming back
Like children, we shake and cry beseechingly

The seasonal flowers bloom
We’re always like this collecting the pieces of the dream we had lost. My heart, soaked with tears, is gently, gently wrapped up
A coarse voice

Just as always, I acted like a child, but those days are changing
Even the path I chose is becoming hazy, and I can’t see the future
It was lurking in the back of my mind, and I’m falling like I’m drowning
This deeply sinking world, is inside my memories

The wind blows towards these piled up nights
Into that sky, we’re always sending out the sounds we play at the end of our dreams
Someday we’ll surely flap our wings
Let me hear your gentle song

I screamed, my voice gone dry, but my thoughts are faltering
So I keep my unreaching wish to myself, and close my eyes inside the anxiety right now

The seasonal flowers bloom
We’re still always collecting the small lights ahead of us
We bid farewell to the days lamenting our cowardice
Someday we’ll surely shine
Let this gentle song reach