My heart, filled with nothing but a still silence
Is empty so even the warmth scatters away
One flower endured through it alone
May the spring of my heart I have awaited
Without a moment of sleep come quickly
Following the spring breeze that blew past winter
And into my heart…
Flowers bloom, holding the warming sun
Becoming small dreams
The withered flower petals bloom one by one
As the cold, icy season has come to melt
Perhaps spring will come to me as well
The tears of countless days
Become my endurance through the drought*
One day even the sadness becomes a memory**
And in my heart, bright…
Flowers bloom, holding the soft spring showers
And the petals drink in the tears
That I thought were nothing but pain and bloom
As the cold, icy season has come to melt
Perhaps spring will come
A bright morning begins at the end of the deepest night
and is beautifully reborn
Flowers bloom, holding the warming sun
Becoming small dreams
The withered flower petals bloom one by one
As the cold, icy season has come to melt
The spring days I awaited bloom once again