季路 [Kiro] [English translation]

Cloudy sky of gray

Unmelted white,

Colors of my beloved February

Layers of time

Found the lost season

With the help of an unbroken spell

Tinting the sighs in white

With the song under the tree remained lost

The sky is gathering darkness; have you seen it?

The clock is ticking my heart

The passage of time follows a road

We will carry the same view over and over again

And dream a faint dream

Fragments of a frozen night

Don’t even know words of kindness

Holding the dewy buds in arms,

waited for that spring to come

Weaving the patterns of time

In a world shutting its door

A droplet of red

Leads the season home

Tinting the whispers in deep blue

While still dreaming of a golden sky

Even warmth seemed far away

The clock is ticking determinedly

And fragments of spring are passing by

Softly flowing

to the scent hinting midsummer

Tender autumn, all of a sudden

Is draped with the shades of freezing winter

Holding the dewy buds in arms,

just waited for spring to come

Now, we’re in a spiral

Seasons change

Tracing and wavering

And faltering time and time again

To deliver the same flower

The clock is ticking my heart

And fragments of spring are passing by

Softly flowing

to the scent hinting midsummer

Tender autumn, all of a sudden

Is draped with the shades of freezing winter

Holding the dewy buds in arms,

waited for spring to come again

In that spiral