I don't expect there's anyone who knows your world Even when I close my eyes, I can't begin to understand it All of a sudden I realized, I'd stolen your pulse with my hands I want to brush your pretty hair. To you, whose voice I cling to At least I can see you in my memories Perhaps you realized that you'd lost Even the joy of suffering Even in those eyes that reflect me palely I can't find an opening to get a good look Fragments of the things you said in repetentance Stab my heart. I gently close my vacant eyes. At least I can see you in my memories, And hear that voice I clung to. The feeling that season brings Is the vanished 'two crystals'