Swaying in the season for farewells is a fleeting flower
Seeking the same warmth in the wind, we all walk in search
We meet under the hazy clouds that float away in the sky
Like the overlapping and parting arms of the clock,
Little by little, we started going around and around
If you were the shorter arm, then I would be the longer arm
Even though we record the same passage of time
We keep passing by and then meeting each other over and over again
Even if our pace is different,
As long as the future we paint is the same
Then it's okay, because we can begin at the same place again
"We tried hard, but I guess that it wasn't to be"
"We lost, but it was a good try"
In my heart, these words become irrigation for all the seeds I've been given
Blossoming in the short spring, the dreams go through the long winter
The seeds that I collect in my heart
What kind of light do I provide for them?
For whom do the flowers
That blossom in the shadows of the road exist?
"They're not for anyone," you say,
and give them light
Feelings will turn into words, and words call forth light
Light creates shadows,
People grow strong in shadow
Strength becomes gentleness,
Gentleness brings about meetings
Meetings create paths,
and this path, once again, craves our feelings
If the short arm of the clock stops, the long arm stops too
The pain that we share together
Will turn into happiness before you know it
For everyone, each of us only get one chance, one moment, one second, one irreversible time
To live on with out hesitation, to search for such a meeting
One person, one chance, one moment, one second, once only
I am glad that we met
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