the voiceless base of a tower heaped with rubble.
Oh, why did you crave it?
The apple of honeyed resonance called love.
Even if I extend the palm of my hand,
it grows more distant, melts away, though it was there all along.
Day after day reflected in my eyes,
the colour of my memories is gentle, but they cannot be touched.
As far as the steadily dawning sky, the turning world,
in the theater known as dreams, along with serenity.
The next countless morning comes and I nestle close to my guitar,
strum a melody to you who surely won't come, thinking of you.
Please, let me watch the unstoppable clock tick away.
Rain of the galaxy, memories of the light-years,
Since when, I wonder, has time been passing me by, unable to forget?
Unfading, beautiful memories.
Though the heavily falling snow, I'll go to where you are.
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