Under the trees in the breeze
I cry with my head down
I stared at my reflection
as though I was seeing it for the first time
A guitar plays the song of the person who's leaving
A star falls down to the place where someone I'll never see is waiting
No matter how much I yell out, "Don't go"
the orange colored petals float away
The memories which are softly laid on my forehead are now far away
It sings an eternal farewell
The feelings of a child who holds on to a kind hand
The wheels of fate break it off and rolls by
The guitar plays the song of the person who's leaving
Harshly picks the strings of his heart
To the new tune that does not become tainted in sadness
Even if I lose this
The red colored sand will pass on
The rhythm of parting
While burning all my memories and going back ashore
There is someone that would bring back the memories
The orange petals still sway in the wind
Even now
somewhere
That daybreak which I saw
Until the day I hold it in my hand again
Don't turn off that lamp



Why do you
With your small hands
Try to carry the pain
It's not even for just someone else
Don't look away
Find the way
Even if your hands do not reach the bright space
If you just rely on this love
If you can see the future at the end of the path you are going
You'll find the way