If we can be born again, let’s meet underneath the cherry tree
And walk together in this season that we longed for
In the pridefully distant sky, on a nameless wind
I sent to you uncolored flowers from the bottom of my heart
I had assembled the fragments of a mosaic
For “A good way to live well”
That ovular thing that seemed so beautiful
Above the path I chose
though I bluffed and stumbled
Were unburied fragments, chipping off and falling
Hitotsu! Kazoete susumeba ii,
Futatsu! Kazoete yasumeba ii,
Mittsu! Kazoete kangaerya ii,
Mai peesu de susumereba ii