I had spitted out all my thoughts to you,
A dead leaf fell before me who lost myself.
The thoughts overlapp on each other's mind.
The dead leaf gradually regain the color.
And its feebly struggling branch reminded me of
your frail hands.
Blown by wind and faling into the wayside,
It was drained into the sea.
And I ask myself,“Have I become stronger？”
Blown by the wind and faling into the wayside,
I've decided not to remember you,
Till I know why you cried.