Uta

When I look up at this sky, the proud cherry blossoms,
Fluttering down like a swarm of fireflies,
They won't return again, they scatter once more.

The colors of the fleeting world, playfully teasing,
I measure my thoughts, my feelings weigh me down.

In this dark moonlit night, a light flickers,
Like fireflies now, losing their glow.

The heads of the rice stalks, all taken away,
Swaying quietly.

When the frost falls, it echoes with fear,
As I close my eyes, I drift into sleep.
The gentle spring breeze, waiting for the season to come.

The colors of the fleeting world, playfully teasing,
I measure my thoughts, my feelings weigh me down.

Blooming wildly, then falling apart,
Filling up, then stumbling down.

The colors of the fleeting world, playfully teasing,
I measure my thoughts, my feelings weigh me down.