I weep face down beneath the tree shadows dancing with the wind
Gazing at that me whom I do not know at all
The guitar plays for the departed
A shooting star sighs for the one who will not return
Leaving me behind, I cry out with all my strength
Yet all it brings is the quiet swaying of orange petals
What remains upon that childish face
The memory held in my palm is already growing distant
From between my fingers sounds an eternal farewell
The child's heart clinging to those gentle arms
Is mercilessly cast away by the roaring wheels
The guitar plays the soft sigh of the dead
Plucking the strings in my heart, impossible to calm
Upon that pure whiteness untouched by sorrow
The summer shadow of swaying orange petals lingers, long refusing to fade
Even if that childish face is no more
It will still cross that beach dyed red by the setting sun
The melody of parting
Upon the earth that moves on after burning away all memories
The things of the past are putting down roots and sprouting
Watching off the train of dawn
Where are the orange flowers swaying today
That dawn from long ago
Before it returns to my hands once more
Do not let this light go out
Wheels, turn!
Gazing at that me whom I do not know at all
The guitar plays for the departed
A shooting star sighs for the one who will not return
Leaving me behind, I cry out with all my strength
Yet all it brings is the quiet swaying of orange petals
What remains upon that childish face
The memory held in my palm is already growing distant
From between my fingers sounds an eternal farewell
The child's heart clinging to those gentle arms
Is mercilessly cast away by the roaring wheels
The guitar plays the soft sigh of the dead
Plucking the strings in my heart, impossible to calm
Upon that pure whiteness untouched by sorrow
The summer shadow of swaying orange petals lingers, long refusing to fade
Even if that childish face is no more
It will still cross that beach dyed red by the setting sun
The melody of parting
Upon the earth that moves on after burning away all memories
The things of the past are putting down roots and sprouting
Watching off the train of dawn
Where are the orange flowers swaying today
That dawn from long ago
Before it returns to my hands once more
Do not let this light go out
Wheels, turn!
