Akatsuki
はるのにおいのせつなさに
haru no nioi no setsuna-sa ni
ふいにこころがうばわれる
fui ni kokoro ga ubawareru
ぼくはまだなけたんだ
boku wa mada naketa n da
さくらまいちるきせつという
sakura mai chiru kisetsu to iu
つかいふるされたふれず
tsukai furusa reta furezu
でもやけにはまるんだ
demo yake ni hamaru n da
かがやきあふれるであいも
kagayaki afureru deai mo
はかなくつげられてくわかれも
hakanaku tsuge rarete ku wakare mo
かぜのなかでほほえむ
kaze no naka de hohoemu
うたかたにきえてくゆめも
utakata ni kiete ku yume mo
それぞれがつむぐものがたりも
sorezore ga tsumugu monogatari mo
はるのよるにとけていく
haru no yoru ni tokete iku
いわずじまいのそのことば
iwazu jimai no sono kotoba
なにがいわせずにいたのか
nani ga iwa sezu ni ita no ka
いまだわからぬまま
imada wakaranu mama
しきがうつろいめぐるよに
shiki ga utsuroi meguru yo ni
あゆみつつおもいだしてもい
ayumi tsutsu omoidashite mo i
ふりしぼるよにつぶやいてた
furishiboru yo ni tsubuyai teta
きぼがいきつくこたえに
kibo ga ikitsuku kotae ni
たしかなものなどわないけれどかぜのなかでほほえむ
tashikana mono nado wanai keredo kaze no naka de hohoemu
かわらぬじぶんをよこめに
kawaranu jibun wo yokome ni
みあげたつきのひかりもにじみ
miageta tsuki no hikari mo nijimi
はるのよるがとけていく
haru no yoru ga tokete iku
かがやきあふれるであいも
kagayaki afureru deai mo
はかなくつげられてくわかれも
hakanaku tsuge rarete ku wakare mo
かぜのなかでほほえむ
kaze no naka de hohoemu
うたかたにきえてくゆめも
utakata ni kiete ku yume mo
それぞれがつむぐものがたりも
sorezore ga tsumugu monogatari mo
はるのよるにとけていく
haru no yoru ni tokete iku
Dawn
In the sadness of the spring scent
Suddenly my heart is stolen
I'm still not there
The season called falling cherry blossoms
Is a fleeting, fleeting thing
But I'm strangely drawn to it
The overflowing radiance of love
The transient partings that are told
Smiling in the wind
Dreams disappearing like bubbles
Each weaving their own story
Melting into the spring night
The unspoken words
What was left unsaid
Still unknown
As time passes like shifting seasons
Remembering while walking
Muttering as if squeezing out
In the breathless answers
There's nothing certain, but smiling in the wind
Offering my unchanging self
The moonlight shining above
The spring night melts away
The overflowing radiance of love
The transient partings that are told
Smiling in the wind
Dreams disappearing like bubbles
Each weaving their own story
Melting into the spring night