We discover our lost memories,
As we turn each page.
The cherry blossom blooms,
Yet are lost in a broken age.

It is not that I am dying,
But I still feel my existence,
Is quickly fading.
To me
And only me,
You are one in infinity.
It may not be true,
But as long as you are happy,
I will be.

O, how many days until we meet?
I listened to our song
All throughout spring,
Hoping one day
We both can sing.

I cannot afford much,
But I have searched.
It’s hard to have faith as a young man
And when I think of you,
I do the best I can.

I will send you pink roses.
I will write letters to you.
Just to let you know,
That my love is true.

I dream of a distant world,
That no one else knows.
There is nobody any where;
It’s my quiet place
Yet somehow…
You are there.

Nothing before that
Was ever the same.
Before I just thought
That love was a game.

When the sun goes down.
Light illuminates your hair into gold.
I will remember these moments
Even when we grow old.

It feels good to have no regrets,
Just before we die.
Now I won’t feel as bad
When we next say goodbye.