Cold to the touch, as if frozen
It fell into desolation, this wide earth
The seasons just pass
Yet spring will not come...
Even now the ancient feelings, cannot be changed,
Still in the heart of myself do exist
What day, on the forgotten wide earth,
Will the innumerable flowers be made to bloom...
Believing like this
Now, only fixedly, sleeping under the earth
Always quietly waiting for the spring
What day, on the forgotten wide earth,
Will the innumerable flowers be made to bloom...
Believe in tomorrow...
Spring is too far away...
However, just a little
If the time of the blooming flowers comes
Then the dream cannot wither