4. Garasu no Kutsu

Within the season running by, the flowers of winter bloomed
Only a painful wind brushed past the edge of my averted eyes
That colour the two of us looked at was an unchanging red
I let it be captured and let go of your hand

Looking at the broken pieces, they are now scattering while I can’t move
Collecting pieces of dreams, now they scattered and disappeared while I couldn’t move

Within the choking season, the flowers of spring bloomed
Only a lukewarm wind brushed past the edge of my averted eyes
That place the two of us found is a disappearing blue
I let it be captured and let go of your hand

Embracing the smashed pieces, they are now scattering while I can’t let go
Collecting pieces of time, they now scattered and disappeared while I embraced them

Looking at the broken pieces, they are now scattering while I can’t move
Collecting pieces of dreams, now they scattered and disappeared while I couldn’t move