Yae

The color of the wind blowing gently
What color is it?
Your cheek, the color of spring
The color of love

Oh tender memories
Don't disappear
The last of the flower petals
Do I regret that?

The scent of an overnight stay while traveling
It's nostalgic
The scent of your hair
A flower of love

Far in the distance I can see
The shadows of mountains
Far in the distance I can hear
A steam whistle blow

The deep red colored sky
Dyes your lips
Red as well
A flower of love

At last it's time for the sun to set
The laughing voices of children
Race all about
On their way home

The last of the flower petals
Do I regret that?