In the season when the cicadas chirp, the curtain is hung and the scene opened
We look across the view of petals that bloomed in the night
Always thinking of you beside me, all the time

Comparing the moon and my back, blooming and disappearing in this momentary thing
Just faintly, dimly, we looked up at the summer night

Always thinking of you beside me

Even though I stretch out my hand, it doesn't reach Why is it very warm?

Green, yellow, and red are rising, disappearing, falling
Unstable emotions, colours of you painfully, painfully take flight

(After the summer festival)

Projected across the glass, cutting through to the other side of the windchime

Always thinking of you beside me

If I could only make just one promise, it would be for you to
Forever, like that flower, go on shining brilliantly