Sleeping Love

Tears of sympathy spring forth, and one falls

And sends ripples across the water

Even now, the beat of my heart

Is the song of long lost happiness

Beautiful, beloved flower petals

Quivering alone, without a voice

Perhaps I can hide my wounds

Dressing them in a tourniquet of petals

A worn-out heart—a solemnly locked bud

Rest

Dreams of tomorrow drifting in the night

In the bud of a sleeping love

The faint crimson grows transparent

It's time for the flowers to open

And thus love begins to bloom

If I gather together these shattered feelings

The shards will cut me once more

Even if I endure the pain again

The blinding memories still linger

When the color of one's soul fades

The flowers wither away with it

Rest

Holding my chest, the darkness is illuminated

By the moon of the sixteenth

And you, and everything, is engulfed

By the pallid, gentle light

The cage of the night fog sways softly

I sing to myself a lullaby of dear thoughts

So that my heart won't wither away

So that my love won't wither away

Wake up

When dawn breaks it paints the spirals of a beautiful figure

Which fade away on the water's surface

And my mind lets go of the lament

Like a bubble bursting

Wake up
Wake up