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
