The season of frantic bloom
overflows unstoppably
The play that repeats
like that time long ago
When the ivy
has secretly extended its roots
the view in my eyes
passes silently by
I head towards somewhere far away
leaving my memories as footsteps
It's not that I'm sorry
But that I'm not particularly happy
There was no way in this short time
that I found any meanings
Only the brightness
ran through yesterday
It's like a merry-go-round going round
Going round forgetting any pains
I go ahead
still not knowing where to go
If you let me compare;
The bright fragrance of a maturing fruit
will quietly wither
after colouring one season
The ivy will intertwine
The body will rot away
The piece of the memory will return to the soil
And a flower will grow out of there again
Like a merry-go-round & round
I'll see you in the spring again
The flowers I should have loved
that I did not see then
cock their heads in the sunshine now
gently smiling
Going round & round
Twinkling in the fragments of memory
Even the tears and the rain are swallowed in the sand
Hurry and go round
Even if you shatter
Even if you shed your petals with lack of bravery
Go round, Hurry-merry-go-round
Without waiting for the next moment
Even if life floods you
I'll see you in the spring again
I'll see you in the spring
I'll see you in the spring