Cold to the touch, as if frozennIt fell into desolation, this wide earthnThe seasons just passnYet spring will not come...nnEven now the ancient feelings, cannot be changed,nStill in the heart of myself do existnnWhat day, on the forgotten wide earth,nWill the innumerable flowers be made to bloom...nBelieving like thisnnNow, only fixedly, sleeping under the earthnAlways quietly waiting for the springnnWhat day, on the forgotten wide earth,nWill the innumerable flowers be made to bloom...nnBelieve in tomorrow...nSpring is too far away...nnHowever, just a littlenIf the time of the blooming flowers comesnThen the dream cannot wither