When the seasons repeat,
The fraying ties,
Embrace them strongly, strongly
So they won’t be lost.
The heavy words
Make it impossible to move.
I wallowed in this warm dream
[I wonder] if I noticed I lost sight of you.
I bundle and embrace closely the appearance
Of softly scattering vermillion*.
It’s so painful that it burns.
Flutter, flutter, flutter
To the sky, to the sea, to somewhere far away
So these pieces can reach you.
The color of the ties we’ve spun [are]
Fluttering, fluttering.
Someday, the faded desire
Will bloom and scatter in a moment,
Even if it’s vividly aware it’s decaying.
Flutter, flutter, flutter
I can’t tell you these words twice.
They’ll reach you in the end
With a voice that falls gently like rain.
Fluttering, fluttering.