After all he knew the only proof of living. The end of the wait is now at hand. With an unconcerned face the morning visits again Did the boy sleeping inside the walnut shell know?
I look back at the scenery that’s losing color Just…too many seasons come and go Memories overwhelm the blighted nut The nut that is making up for the loss of nothing being ripe
In this city the many colors of spring are falling again Even if it is the colors of the lord of the trees and flowers The bird who can’t fly dreams of that Is it alright to pardon that secret delight?
The flow of time moves unusually fast The many colored season has already passed Memories overwhelm the blighted nut It’s making up for the lack of anything being ripe
Before this he knows the colors of the summer What did he think when he saw the flocks departing in the sky? The untalented bird that I am knows that way When will I start to flap my wings?
The falling rain keeps me from finding my path A year has passed since I stopped With an unconcerned face the morning came again The rain began to let up Can I sing well?
Before now too again I know the many colors of fall What did I think when I watched the birds departing in the sky? The untalented bird that I am knows the way I wonder when I will start to flap my wings
Before this the colors of the long winter pass Telling the bird of the fleeting scenery of spring Yesterday and today’s difference makes today The unskilled bird that I am sings clumsily