The beautiful transience, A brief moment of scenery... Rotting away
In the back alley, The quiet eloquence of a blooming flower which won't bear fruit The memento forest, Nirvana was shaken by the wind
The light doesn't hit it, So it doesn't have sunlight or warmth The cold shadow on the motionless, nameless flower Waiting for the blue spring, When my miserable life could shine brilliantly
Even the fragrant colors fall. In my world, There's nobody, And always lacking a reason A promising chance to cross the mountain today, But I see it as a shallow dream
In the back alley, The quiet eloquence of a blooming non-fruit-bearing flower The memento forest, Can't live in anyway now
And yet, Intoxicated lingering inside of a dream, This evening, I'm singing a distorted poem of death The quickly changing way of the fleeting life. How many words can you say anyways?
Moonlit night, Your idea 。
Even the fragrant colors fall. In my world, There's nobody, And always lacking a reason Promising chance to cross the mountain today, But I see it as a shallow dream
Where am I today? In the back alley, Again, It seems all I can do is hum a tune I won't reach you... Investigation of life, Playing. Soon again, I go to the earth and expire
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