When you said, "They're early this year too,"
looking with disappointment
at the flowers scattering after they had just opened,
you were so beautiful.
If you were to look at me now,
what would you think
about me, living without you?
Everybody finds love
Everybody finds love
In the end, in the end
If you heard the healthy sound of of a baby's first cry
sounding again today from somewhere within the town you protected,
I'm sure you would be happy
about the footsteps following after us.
Everybody finds love
In the end
I can't believe we'll never meet again.
I haven't told you anything yet.
I haven't told you anything yet.
Looking upon the flowers scattering after they just opened,
I wonder, is this the cheerlessness of this grove?
No matter how frightening it is, I won't look away
if there is love at the end of everything.