Fleur

From the gaps in those clouds floating in the sunset sky,
Miraculous light stretches out,
Captivated by the sight of it being drawn in,
It’s already out of reach, Flower.
Awakening, wrapped in dazzling light.

Letting myself be carried by the whispers of little birds,
Not realizing the deep wounds I caused,
Blooming flowers in the clouds,
But the sepia-toned memories
Reflected the silent sky all along,
Now I realize that person's feelings.

Embracing transience,
The sunset painfully scorches the sky of my heart.
The happiness you wished for,
Where our gazes overlap, the ordinary bliss,
I wish I could have given you even a little bit,
But it’s too late now.

(ah) To be honest, by now in this place,
We should be holding hands,
But we can’t go back.
On that morning when we passed each other,
Your painted sunset painfully conveys
The memories of the hurt I caused.

Even when I try to forget, the more I think,
The more regret builds up,
Carrying it with me,
If I could, I’d bring you Flower right now.
(En fleur, en fleur)
Holding onto the flowers that have already withered,
The background colors me in sepia,
Drenched in the past.