Spring is filled with despair
You are the beautiful night haze
That is no longer taking my dreams away
Summer is filled with nostalgia
Surely, you were here
Like how the fireworks in my dream fluttered and scorched my chest, leaving a scar
The seasons come around with the reviving illusion of you
I'm sorry, I thrust the knife
Without you, I wouldn't have had this thought
The illusion that can't be erased shoots me in the chest
The one who dropped dead is me
Autumn is filled with fury
Goodbye red leaves from my dreams
I called you "memories"
Winter is filled with love
The remnants of a cursed dream
I believed that one day I would be able to forgive and sang
The seasons come around with the various memories of you
Thank you, I will leave the knife here
Since I met you, I came across thousands of dreams
The seasons change and come around. Come on, be reborn
My reviving self