As a cherry blossom wind blows my hair about, I am unable to hide a single sigh as I walk home alone. On the night my dream lost its destination, I told myself, \"everything is fine\", while closing off my heart.
Please listen, listen to me, moon in the sky; I look up, fighting back the tears. It was at the very end of all these days blending together that you appeared.
Bearing the song of a light petal snow, you are a princess from a fantasy land. Your sleeves dancing innocently; a miracle of many flowers. In the palm of that outstretched hand is the melody of that day's dream, With overlapping wishes that continue on forever and ever.
No one knows what tomorrow will bring, Upon the paths leading to the future that each of us imagines. Within you, as you speak with that expression I love, Are the same expectations and worries I hold, linked to the changing of seasons.
They are probably things you cannot say, and do not want to show anyone, But I will ask for your hand, and support you through it.
Together we frolic with a petal snow, a princess from a fantasy land. The coming of spring that will melt the snow is not far off. The hands that connect us are so warm, just like they were in that dream, As smiles come into line; you, me, and the flowers.
Ah, a wandering wind blows through again, even when we are far apart. Fluttering about, it tells us the secret phrase, \"Flowers, see you soon!\" Which can always be heard in this place.
Bearing the song of a light petal snow, you are a princess from a fantasy land. Your sleeves dancing innocently; a miracle of many flowers. From the palm of that outstretched hand begins a tale, With overlapping wishes that continue on forever and ever.