The flowers,the birds,the wind and the moon,

even today i look up to the sky and seek them,

since when did we fail to notice the starlight of the night sky?

i look up to the mauve heavens.Have i forgotten something?

the wind carries the sound of an incessant song,

like a flower i patiently wait,hoping to hear your voice again,

then i saw a bud in the distance,

oh how it quivered!

but i don't know your name,little bud,

for a thousand years i've waited for you to undo this illusion i call reality.


But if you won't bloom,

take the wind's song as a farewell gift,

a fleeting prayer,

for the birds,

for the winds,

for the moon,

in order to knot the threads that bind us together.



But if you won't sing,

take the wind's song as your perch,

you birds,

this night,

by my side,

your united voices will ride softly,

Upon the wind,

to the eternal spring,

where you reside,

Where ever it may be.