In the bittersweetness of a lie

Where the lilypads are bloomless yet

Mirrored in the chestnut of your eyes

I notice the twinkle of a firefly

Beneath the starlight

Upon this wooden bridge

Yume shitemo

I tell myself that

Now you are but a dream

And to let you go

Petals rest upon your earthy locks

Like a mount dusted with powdered snow

Wazuka na itami ni no

Every edge upon your skin

Is still recalled