Now that I think about it,
I’ve run all this way to this faraway place
But I definitely don’t regret that either
That must be because you were there then
Bloom proudly
Because after your beautiful flower opens
Your petals will just quietly fall
Where you left to find yourself
And it flows and somewhere it meets and joins up
Surely you’re looking at the same scenery
Everyone said our love was a station where the train didn’t stop
But we had a home station and a destination
And even if I cry tomorrow as well
The day will probably come
When I’ll be able to laugh and say I had days like that
These seasons come again and again
And we are living in a time that
Will eventually come to an end
Will eventually come to an end
And what will we find?
