Lyric

The end of love is like the falling leaves

Flitting down like tears upon my sleeves

If you cry until the well is dry and deep

Don’t look back, don’t wake the regrets that sleep

Holding your own heart with a gentle hand

Dream of a spring you’ve finally planned

Dream of the green

The space between is like a child at play

Time flows slowly, drifting far away

Treading through the white and heavy snow

Don’t lament the things you had to let go

Holding your own heart with a gentle hand

Take your time to understand

Preparing for spring

The start of love is like the morning sun

Sparkling rays, the day has just begun

Filled with brilliance, hearts start to beat

Don’t you hesitate, don’t you retreat

Holding your own heart with a gentle hand

Wake up to the love you’ve found in the land

Awaken to spring

Hahari... Yururi... Kirari

The cycle turns again

From the frost to the flower

I’m holding my heart

Ready for the light