Oh,
Is it sadness, is it regret,
or could it be joy?
Oh, feelings are now
overflowing in
my burning chest.
The thin voice is reporting on
the understanding of love in those eyes.
I gaze up at the large sky so often, I've grown used to this strength...
From here, I walk on.
Oh,
Over time, all of this will be
Enveloped in love.
Gently, time piles up
That strong light from one hundred years ago.
At first, a chest is an open, empty space.
Next and never, those bonds return home.
Those days passed by faintly
The world's pain comes from kindness...
I gaze up at the lonely sky so often, I've grown used to its strength...
Once more, I think.
At first, a chest as an open, empty space.
Next and never, those bonds return home.
From here, I walk on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem