Watching the days and months written out
Looking at the many distant stars
How should I express this feeling never to be reaped
Flickered back and forth in the dawn closing in

Floating in the wind of so many years
Merely in memory of the far off days
I dream of him again tonight,
Shall I make it bloom to color my cheeks?

The seasons gone by leave a faint scent to wipe away
Comes into bud, bears fruit and once more scatters away
Waiting desperately for our encounter, again scatters away... ah

Floating in the wind of so many years
Merely in memory of the far off days
I dream of him again tonight,
Shall I make it bloom to color my cheeks?
Withers and dies returns to the earth,
Once more remember a voice past
Never to be mine, never to be mine
Thinking of him eternally...