As the season changes, leaving me behind Since then, times have changed Wearing a short-sleeved shirt, it has become a bit cold Especially since I've been remembering about you The street remains unchanged as the autumn wind blows by And my thoughts from that time are revived I want to meet, I want to meet, but I can't meet Inside my lonely heart, the flowers are not blooming My tears, my tears, my hot tears The colour has seeped into the sweet osmanthus Has the season has unintentionally brought you here? I should not be here right now Towards that place At the worn out bus stop, the fragrance of the shaking flowers The shadows of two people reach out for each other I want to erase, I want to erase, but it won't disappear The lonely room, and the fragrance you left behind The painful, painful wind carries the fragrance of the sweet osmanthus, which reaches out to me Beyond the sorrow, I want to believe in the light The flowers that you like, give off a faint fragrance I want to meet, I want to meet, but I can't meet Inside my lonely heart, the flowers have bloomed My tears, my tears, my hot tears The colour doesn't fade from the flowers of the sweet osmanthus