Let’s create an enchanting dream, before the flower that blossoms dies and shrivels away.
I’ll enchase the memory in my chest as though it were a precious jewel invulnerable to the passing of time.
Soon, I’ll learn the meaning of that everlasting downpour of tears coming from my tainted skies, and the withered, lifeless trees in our desolate garden, will murmur words of overflowing memories along the roadside.
Tomorrow night, after the rain ceases to fall,
I’ll look up above, and wish upon a starless sky.