Good night and fare well; the evening bells toll my death knell. Take up arms in flowers; cursed be these lives of ours.
Good day and fair morrow; let us usher in joy and cast away sorrow. Pluck the blooming love of flowers; blessed be these lives of ours.
When I first met you, I thought you were so radiantly beautiful. Now that I know you, I still think you are beautiful and all the more radiant.
It's you, and it's me. And how I can't catch up to time. It's the wind, and the silence. And my heartbeats that sound with yours.
I will never reach it, will I? Not until I reach you, but you, too, are unreachable. Am I, to you, as you are, to me? I know, but don't, until I see you again.
Stay right there, so that I can find you, but come to me; find me. Wait for me; I'm waiting for you. Meet me there, where we agreed so long ago. I will be there, and so you will be too.
Who are you? I didn't paint you, yet the brush is in my hand. I couldn't warn you, and now it's too late.