I met you. When I was the youngest, I couldn't read, and neither could you.
At that time, we had nothing in common.
You jumped into my heart like a light lark and never left.
Like a gentle lark, you walked into my heart and have lived there ever since.
At that time, I didn't understand that you had lived, and my mind was not spacious.
But this is beyond my consciousness. I never realized that you were already there, my limited heart.
The most beautiful season, a dead heart, began to beat with your beat, I would like to be your puppet, constantly.
In the most beautiful season, a dying heart wakes up and dances with your rhythm.
I'd rather be your puppet and be manipulated over and over again.
The most beautiful meeting is not holding hands and watching the sunset, but walking away with a smile and meeting again. You are always quiet, like a lazy cat, which is pitiful. I can't say sweet words, but I just touch my sideburns to make you fall asleep.
The most amazing meeting is not watching the sunset hand in hand, but meeting again after a short farewell.
You are always so quiet, like a lazy cat, oh, my gentle heart.
There is no need for sweet talk here. Sometimes, all I want is to brush your hair gently and watch you fall asleep.
The most beautiful season, the most beautiful years, the most beautiful meeting, the most beautiful you.
The most beautiful season, the brightest age, the most amazing dress, and you, I am most impressed.
I am waiting for you in the most beautiful season.
I will wait for you here, in this most beautiful season.