On a night lit by the pale new moon, the wind quickens my brush
I gaze out at the scenery reflected by the light pink rain

This world is filled with pain and loneliness,
Perhaps, it's simply made of drops speckled separately from one another
Yet still... Tears well up in my eyes
I wonder, will these various colors mix together...?

If there's a gap large enough to let wind blow through, then I haven't noticed,
Enveloped in a spring storm, the true feelings that remain beside me are--

Everybody wishes to be remembered,
Within the amber that captures the overlapping time
With these countless fragments I've gathered,
Even I'd have to realize they can only draw in sepia tones, right?

Even the countless roads that will never cross,
At the bank of the flowing river,
There will be times when they can go on next to each other

This world is filled with pain and loneliness,
Perhaps, it's an illustration, made using stippling,
Yet still, my eyes search for it,
Like a spring storm,
I wonder, will these countless colors mix together...?

On a night lit by the full moon, if I look at the semi-distant shadows,
From a little far away, even they seem to look as if they're one