真っ白な 雪道に
春風香る
わたしは なつかしい
あの街を 思い出す
叶えたい 夢もあった
変わりたい 自分もいた
今はただ なつかしい
あの人を 思い出す
誰かの歌が聞こえる
誰かを励ましてる
誰かの笑顔が見える
悲しみの向こう側に
花は 花は 花は咲く
いつか生まれる君に
花は 花は 花は咲く
わたしは何を残しただろう
On a pure white, snowy road,
the scent of spring drifts in the air.
I feel a sense of nostalgia.
I remember that town.
I once had dreams I wanted to make come true.
There was also a version of myself I wanted to become.
Now, I feel only nostalgia.
I remember that person.
I hear someone singing a song.
Someone is encouraging someone else.
I can see someone’s smile.
Beyond the sorrow,
flowers, flowers, flowers will bloom.
For you who will one day be born,
flowers, flowers, flowers will bloom.
What have I left behind?
