The Yellow Monkey

A flower blooms, and melts in the sun
You laughed, in the short-lived afternoon

The city is so calm, and the smell of the wind so gentle
That I held you

That was youth; the door to heaven, open and red
No matter what anyone says, I love you
The spring is gentle and cruel

The present exists because of the past
Ranting on, I searched for the future

That was youth; bonds left on a trembling white traveler
No matter how far apart we are, I'm still myself
Just let me be with you, with you now

Let's walk, bathing in the bright morning sun
Let's take along all love and faults along as our fellow traveler

Never ending youth; I've made my choice, even if I am overwhelmed by waves of despair
If I desperately swim
I might remember something again

Everyone has their own youth; even if it is someday forgotten and dead in their memories
What we believed in on that day
Is not a dream

So young!!