The wet sunflowers hope hope for the future for the two of us. They bloom kindly with calm faces, it is like protecting us. They await the day.

I look at a puddle and float you there. I still feel you by my side now.I scolded you when we didn't understand each other well. The hand is still painful.

You were taken by the silence, and I saw it. The illusion which cannot be called happiness helps me not to forget the day

When I close my ear to the voice, I get just confused with the memories.I want you to remember the days.

Please, stay here, so I hoped. The rain and separation at the end of May are the same as that day.They make the second time meeting wet and shakey. And I will laugh about the fact that everything was a dream.

I cannot describe the fear for tomorrow. I can feel it when we touch fingers. Only. I wish for the realities in the two of us rather than hug you.

The dream-like days are too short. Your dying words are so calm and
Please do not forget, so I hoped. The sky after the rain at the beginning of June is the same as that day. The sun said good-bye for a second time. And it laughed at me about the fact that everything was a dream, a daring dream.
Today I live for seeing the [Barrette] which you left.