Farewell, my beloved! Beneath a pale crimson sky, I turn right, while you turn left… “I love you… I’ll never forget you.” But before the words can be formed, they die in our hearts. The rain of petals that divides us, Is a gently floating, resounding melody. I just hope it will provide just enough pale crimson, To protect you – dyeing deeper and deeper! Farewell, myself! I was thinking only of you, As you leave alone on a journey – oh, how sad I am… “Don’t worry; I’m sure everything will turn out okay;” Failing to believe those words, we’ve put an end to “us”. Tears flowing like pillars of lightning, Stain our cheeks bit by bit. You touched me with your right hand, now missing its ring, And said, “See you again sometime.” The way you laugh on bright mornings… the way you cry on dark nights… The way you smile when you say, “I’m so happy”… the way you hide alone when you cry… I probably can’t say anything… it’s pretty obvious… that being so young… there’s nothing I can do. If I could, I’d love to sweep you off your feet – not bothering to say a thing! Oh, lightly dyed sky – please conceal this hand, That’s trying so hard to pull that person back. The rain of petals that divides us, Is a gently floating, sad story. “I’ll go right.” “Then I’ll go left.” Oh time, please just stop! I know… I know it already! I just hope it will provide just enough pale crimson, To erase us completely – dyeing deeper and deeper! Farewell – let it dye deeper and deeper!