ゆきのなかにあのときのおんなのこがおちてるほしをりょうてでにぎっていた。(Yuki no naka ni ano toki no onna no ko ga [bad word] hoshi wo ryoute de nigitte-ita.)
On blackened wings my sorrows fly and haunt me everlasting
- oh no, oh – but on the morrow I see the sun and shadows that are casting
 
In my heart there's still a storm, it's neverending./
The strength of your soul shines through your eyes,
>evading the moonlight – searching in darkness
staring at the sky painted with no stars – just for a while be blinded by its charm
 
Feel the wind in your face, we are here but time is up
there is no sound, nor is there silence, nothing to feel – it's vanishing
 
Like waterdrops on flowers reflecting red and yellow clouds – I'm passing by
I am drowning in the water. Sorrows of my soul remind me – I'm just mortal.
 
Feel the wind in your face, we are here but time is up. 
There is no sound nor is there silence, nothing to feel – it's vanishing
But no one else can control our destiny - it's only us. 
/Up from the water the serpent will rise/ And we're like sand, so tell me now, 
why can't we be taken by the wind...
 
In my heart there's still a storm, it's neverending – no on will break my heart anymore/
The strength of your soul shines through your eyes,
evading the moonlight – searching in darkness
staring at the sky painted with no stars – just for a while be blinded by its...
They're miserable because all they get is a handful 
while I would trade the world for the smallest piece
and cherish it the way I dreamt I would
In my heart there's still a storm
 
Shell* I or shell* I not/ (*this is a nice joke between Lisa Middelhauve and me - nevermind)
a dark haze clouded my feelings 
but your love was able to return the light to my heart/
Only the power of love creates the life in the universe/
whatever has happened, believe in your dream 
and someday your innocent soul will flourish like a flower/
ゆきのなかにあのときのおんなのこがおちてるほしをりょうてでにぎっていた。
 
The forest is crying her final song
 
In my heart there's still a storm, it's neverending.
Sometimes there are some memories that need to be forgotten/
The strength of your soul shines through your eyes,
evading the moonlight – searching in darkness
staring at the sky painted with no stars – just for a while be blinded by its...
They're miserable because all they get is a handful 
while I would trade the world for the smallest piece
and cherish it the way I dreamt I would
In my heart there's still a storm