Lyric added by: KonaninaThe sun grows old, reddening as it goes out
A light snow catches on the edges of pine needles
And my heart withdraws
Laughing at the sharpened talons
As a wish for something ephemeral,
I would like to become a flower
and blossom beautifully for you
Look out for your own standard
It seems as though my life is cold
and twists me
It's something that you and the rest don't see
as I go toward freedom
The fires of those who wait for spring are faint,
disappearing like a bad dream
The light sinks sweeping over my eyes,
blurring them on its way
In the bounds of the moon, and the stirring of the rustling bamboo
the fields as well are speckled white,
and my heart withdraws
Having lost myself, I forget the summer
The light is let go upon the people who long for it
and continue to sleep on the earth
I believe
that now is a dream
It seems as though my life is cold
and like a smiling face
Something you and the rest also take to heart,
opening up
The fires of those who wait for spring are faint,
disappearing like a bad dream
The light sinks sweeping over my eyes,
blurring them on its way
Those who wait for spring are longing for flowers,
the promise of the threads of silence
The light sinks as I watch with eager eyes,
just for what I need
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