>>The Pomegranate Type of Dejection

There's crying, crying...
When the crying stops
What stays on is a smile.
There's crying, crying...
If you could give me a smile
and be by my side forever.

Pouring in from the window side,
the morning always looked different.
The reason why the atmosphere was heavy,
was because you saw it earlier wasn't it?
Swaying in the flower vase, 
when those flowers were whithering
I threw away everything you left behind to someplace far away
You were always so encouraging, 
so I wanted to fool around and see.
You understood me clearer than I could...
It's tough isn't it? Seeing me in such a state...
If you would only tell it to me in exhausted gentleness
There was nothing you were displeased with.
All you did, was to gently,
embrace me and cry for my sake.

I want to live,
When I thought of not wanting to die,
tears flowed.
I want to live,
and do for you, what others will not.

It seemed like I fell asleep for only a while
and only your fragrance remained beside me.
It was somewhat a sense of forboding that was present.
Insecurity built up and surged through me.
The days passed by.
I was waiting for you return, then a piece of memo from you reached me.
The words written there, were in actual fact, lost.
As if they were destroyed, the words cried out and screamed.

memo:
I'm sorry.
I committed such a selfish deed.
I had just wanted to save you
and if I were able to die for your sake
that would give me happiness...

You were always watching over me from within me weren't you?
If I were to close my eyes and think of you,
your smile, it was unforgettable.
From here on, let's move on and always continue to look at the same scenery.
Let's sleep in the morning that pours in through the window
and in the sea breeze that blows.
That is if both of us do not awaken.