Am I waiting impatiently for the letter that I don't expect will reach?
Always, in the words of farewell
'Goodbye' isn't said; I'm alone
As usual, flowers also bloom this year
Again a flower, and again a flower, my heart is withering
If spring comes again, surely the smiling face would be blooming as always
Perhaps a 'goodbye', surely, I understand, I'm sorry for my expectations...
God, please, I pray, let the seeds that were sowed
Melt with you
Around the time when the water from the thawed snow has disappeared, this body has withered; die, bitterly, dive, the hand, embrace
Now, in this heart where it's raining incessantly, even if the red letter reaches
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