Noto Mamiko

Let's pluck our memories, let's pluck a flower
I'll raise a flower up to the darkness in my heart, and decorate it

I'm always at a dead end, I can never escape
My sadness will ride on the birds in the sky, and fly away

This place is the basting
The eternity that binds me
The comings and goings that pass by me, are all dreams

The sun sets, and hides the shadows; alone, I want to cry
In my eyes, blurred with black, I'm afraid

This place is the basting
The eternity that spun the world
The comings and goings that follow along, are the wind

I got a little sidetracked, and cried......

This place is the basting
The eternity that binds me
The comings and goings that pass by me, are all dream