Hito wa yoshi omohibi yomutomo, wasure enu kurenikeru haruhi Kurenai no kusome no tsuchi ame furite utsuru wa meyamo
Hana wa sake domo wa ga mi wa kanashimi ni aezu yogoto ni Nakihito omohoyu wa ga iro mina hitora ga ato no shirushi
Negawaku wa sakura no moto ni te harushi namu Omoe domo kanashiki mo no wa yo no naka ni ari Chirinuru omohi, hito koso shirane sakura wa shiru ramu
Hana wa sake domo wa ga mi wa kanashimi ni aezu yogoto ni Nakihito omohoyu wa ga iro mina hitora ga ato no shirushi
Arasofu hashi ni sugi nishi hitoraga ariki Matamo awa meyamo kasumi no goto kenu raku oshimo Chirinuru omohi hito koso shirane sakura wa shiru ramu.
Even if they stop thinking about it, I will not forget the spring day that grew dark. Won‘t the deep crimson dying the earth fade with the falling rain?
Though the sakura flowers bloom, my body can endure this sorrow every night. My color is the thing remembered of the dead, the mark that appears after everyone forgets.
“I want to die under the Sakura tree in the spring.” But I already think there are sad things in this world.
Even if they don’t know the thoughts of my scattered heart, the sakura knows. Though the sakura flowers bloom, my body can endure this sorrow every night.
My color is the thing remembered of the dead, the mark that appears after everyone forgets. In times of conflict, there were people the world left behind.
Is there a reason to meet again? Like mist, precious things fade away. Even if they don’t know the thoughts of my scattered heart, the sakura knows.