We'll meet again when the flowers bloom.

If I miss you, if I turn back, will I see you again? Back then, I remember so much. Even regret is beautiful. We will meet again when the flowers bloom. The flowers bloom one by one. Even if weary, it doesn't matter. I poured all my youth into this, leaving behind a fragrance richer than perfume. Carefully feel this floral breeze. Even if it's fleeting, I'll love it. I'll fill this song with my dreams, adorning the blank ceiling. I'll fill this song with love, and happiness will overflow.