O wild mountain cherry tree, think us both sorrowful and solitary. Other than your flowers, there is none other who knows me.

facing each other
silent, speechless,
it seems like we had this unspoken agreement from the beginning
we would never be childishly suspicious,
but how cold our expressions
our expressions are so cold
there's no words, there's no words, there's no words
desolately cold
for how many years?
facing each other but can't love each other
ultimately, for how many years?
pitiful and pathetic, pitiful and pathetic
letting you walk by before my eyes...

@темы: txt, ongaku