When the forget-me-nots are in bloom, I remember the color of the petals,
A dream of rising high into the sky with that girl with the quiet eyes.

The rocket boys who draw contrails all over the sunny sky
And the girls who watch and laugh, holding unbelievably strong affection within their hearts.
Time turns and turns, and we all disappear too
And find sadness in days so hectic that it has no direction anymore.

"We'll meet here again someday."
The voice of goodbye echoes on forever,
And without pushing at our backs, it connected us.

Things that are unclear, things that are simple; they're all becoming colorful.
I want to embrace these smoldering feelings that never form into words.
Things that are unclear, things that are simple; they're all the same.
Our song blooms like a flower in the centre of my heart.

Dashed out alone in the afternoon,
Passing through the city with no one around.
Got out from the circling game,
And I made you into a memory.

Continue the circle game.
I'll pray and you'll sing.
Let's all make a mirage that doesn't disappear,
So pray, and I'll sing.

Let's continue the circle game.
We jump up and come to know the weight.
We'll take the changing joy and sorrow,
Pray here and try making it into a song.

"We finally got to meet again."
I hear the nostalgic sound of your voice.
As I realized, we're floating up into space,
Chased away by time.

Things that are unclear, things that are simple; they're all like flower petals,
Just floating and turning in the sky; don't look back.
The forget-me-nots, carried by the wind, pass us by.
Our song, far ahead, is making the flowers of that color bloom.