Some mornings, I sleep late and, in a rush, hurriedly leave my room,
Fixing my necktie and bedhair the same as usual
Saying, "Today is a nice clear day. The sky is so blue!"
Forgetting the time with a lasting habit, standing in the garden
In full bloom, a dahlia flower is behind my back as I casually pass by
I admire in its beautiful colors the flowing melody
By which even failing health could be greatly improved
It is an important flower because it has this kind of beauty when in bloom
Looking back, that was a time when I still understood nothing
Somehow, I could not deal with my impatient heart
Hurrying on the way to the station, I abruptly stopped
For the first time, I noticed the unfamiliar scenery--the sky really was blue
Right now, you are just like a dahlia flower, stealing my heart
Looking ahead, I would continue running through this moment's melody
Hoping that we can meet again tomorrow, I will not forget these times
Just a little slow-paced this morning, I'll venture out, brushing my hair
So even if I don't know the name for the dahlia flower in the language of flowers,
As I sleep tonight I will dream of seeing you tomorrow
In full bloom, you are a dahlia forevermore with the same beauty
Blooming in a boy's heart with petals that never fall, in an unreachable place