The driving memories echo hollowly…nNo matter how much it continues to draw, it will never fadennThe spring's scent hides the scars if you entrust your body to sleepnThis land has no end Under the flowing snow You are being colored…nnIf it wakes up it will disappear, the gentle vertigonAnd so being illuminated by the moon I will sleep in the endless dream…nnThe sun's light begins to blot out memories that have piled upnWhile I look down many tears are flowingnMy fingertips are only frightenednBecause you are not here….nBecause you are not here….nBut I wonder, why can I feel a fleeting worry?nCalled out by the season I enter the world of sleepnThe eye will close in worry anytimenYou were by my side…nYou were surely there smiling tenderly for mennThe lovely season followed the ripples and gave me love…nThe sunbeams that flow in The clear blue sky… being painted by you…nnIf it wakes up it will disappear, the gentle vertigonAnd so being illuminated by the moon I will sleep in the endless dream…nnBeing shaken by hesitations the memories overflownHowevernIs this simply a dream?nThereforenIt does not reach in the fingertipsnIt does not reach in the smiling facenIt does not reach in you