I'm really sorry.
Can't do it for you
Back up the soft sunshine.
In the burning eyes of others
Your smile
Just like your fur.
shine
I'm really sorry.
Can't do it for you
Pack your luggage.
In the arms as warm as wheat fields
You don't want to see it.
Burning gray hair
And dew
The cold light of the meteor disappearing
I'm really sorry.
I can't talk to you about time
be of the same length
In the fragrant pit in the coming year
Will not grow.
The radish we met in the past year.
You will have it, too
A new dress that has lost all its old hair
Born in the land
Will eventually disappear in this land.
This place is better than hope.
But also in the long sadness.
I only have darkness.
Begging for your forgiveness