At that time when I gripped but a single red flower within my hand
I knew the pain of a thorn
As I gazed at the flowing blood I did not regret it even a little

The flower that bloomed profusely didn’t waver but quickly swallowed down everything
The [bad word] is it understood even in its own heart the beginning of a fleeting end

“If I could do it all over again someday”
I wish to carry out my strongly felt wish
But even so that vividly coloured flower
will someday fade away with time…

The days when I was loved, the place I protected until the end
All of those memories have an irreplaceable light
But as I cross over time they will surely never happen again

“If I could do it all over again someday”
My strong wish should be able [bad word] [bad word] now
Yet the flower that knows the [bad word] always, always laughs atop my palm

“If I could do it all over again someday”
Such fleeting emotions have long since scattered
But even so because I wish for it strongly, strongly
The vivid flower that bloomed on that hill alone doesn’t wither…