Grant me a wish,
I wish that you love me,
Or I could return to the day before I met you.
I,--passionately in love--waiting in loneliness,
am just like in a plaza in dark ness--
The forgotten bag in the lost-and-found office
Expeciting nervously~~
Gradually becomes hopeless.
I bear the pain of loneliness
Looking back on the past
As if bewitched
I repeat the dying memory again and again,
Recalling the eternity endowed to her.
Why I am afraid of loneliness,
It is not because of the loneliness itself
But because of the illusions risen from the loneliness.
Someone falls in love with the only flower aomong the myriad of stars.
This flower is the only one to him.
although there are thousands of roses in the world they have nothing to do with him .
Even if he loses his only flower ,the prickles of the rose remain in his heart.
I wish that you love me,
Or I could return to the day before I met you.
I,--passionately in love--waiting in loneliness,
am just like in a plaza in dark ness--
The forgotten bag in the lost-and-found office
Expeciting nervously~~
Gradually becomes hopeless.
I bear the pain of loneliness
Looking back on the past
As if bewitched
I repeat the dying memory again and again,
Recalling the eternity endowed to her.
Why I am afraid of loneliness,
It is not because of the loneliness itself
But because of the illusions risen from the loneliness.
Someone falls in love with the only flower aomong the myriad of stars.
This flower is the only one to him.
although there are thousands of roses in the world they have nothing to do with him .
Even if he loses his only flower ,the prickles of the rose remain in his heart.
