To think back upon, to reflect on…the unforgettable feelings* sleep
It beckons me, dragging me into a misleading spring (season)

Being deceived is not realizing the pretence, what was wanted was inseparability between two people
What remained was a “cold spring”, a “cold love”, a “cold you”

Ready or not…
Not yet…

And so you are the only one I love because I can’t stop (loving you)
I was so devoted to you…nevertheless…
How soon it was before I saw a cold back**
“You jerk” who sneered at those feelings

I didn’t realize even though I wonder what I was thinking?

The time of how many times, how many days, how many years flow by…
Frankly I accustomed to what happened on that day
One would think I’m proud of my place…but…
Tears aren’t the least bit warm…

Broken pieces of regret are unrealistic …
Specks of sorrow are unthinkable…
I hurried to fill the silent you with love
Tears aren’t the least bit warm…

Cherry blossoms peek into my room and my memories, even now, bite like lion