Idioma Origen:
Hikari sasu madobe ni yurameku kage ga maru de
Tooi sugisarishi hibi no yume natsukashii amai kou ni...
Kuchite-shimatta yuri no hana
Naze konna ni setsuna no unmei
Aa yume ni saita shiroi hana wa anata no omokage
Kegarenai tsubomi no mitsu no naka de sotto
Nemurasete mou ichido
Anata wa semari-kuru unmeisadame no hi o kanjiteta
Sora ni kieteku inori no kotoba o
Imi mo wakarazu mujaki ni waratte-ita
Aa yume ni saita shiroi hana wa anata no omokage
Kegarenai tsubomi no mitsu no naka de sotto madoromu
Sakimidareru shiroi hana ni tsutsumare
Madobe de kirameku yuri no hana ni
Sotto hoho yosete
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the light shining in my window is like a flickering shadow
the sweet nostalgic smell of incense... the dreams I would dream every day, now distant
a wilted lily
why was its time fated to be so short?
Ah... the white flower that bloomed in my dreams was your face
in the nectar of a flower's bud, softly
sleep once again
I felt your day of destiny drawing near
I offered up words of prayer that disappeared into the heavens
though you didn't understand them, you smiled innocently
Ah... the white flower that bloomed in my dreams was your face
in the nectar of a flower's bud, softly drift away to sleep
enveloped in a blooming white flower
at my window, a sparkling lily
gently recalls your face
Idioma Destino:
Hikari sasu madobe ni yurameku kage ga maru de
Tooi sugisarishi hibi no yume natsukashii amai kou ni...
Kuchite-shimatta yuri no hana
Naze konna ni setsuna no unmei
Aa yume ni saita shiroi hana wa anata no omokage
Kegarenai tsubomi no mitsu no naka de sotto
Nemurasete mou ichido
Anata wa semari-kuru unmeisadame no hi o kanjiteta
Sora ni kieteku inori no kotoba o
Imi mo wakarazu mujaki ni waratte-ita
Aa yume ni saita shiroi hana wa anata no omokage
Kegarenai tsubomi no mitsu no naka de sotto madoromu
Sakimidareru shiroi hana ni tsutsumare
Madobe de kirameku yuri no hana ni
Sotto hoho yosete
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the light shining in my window is like a flickering shadow
the sweet nostalgic smell of incense... the dreams I would dream every day, now distant
a wilted lily
why was its time fated to be so short?
Ah... the white flower that bloomed in my dreams was your face
in the nectar of a flower's bud, softly
sleep once again
I felt your day of destiny drawing near
I offered up words of prayer that disappeared into the heavens
though you didn't understand them, you smiled innocently
Ah... the white flower that bloomed in my dreams was your face
in the nectar of a flower's bud, softly drift away to sleep
enveloped in a blooming white flower
at my window, a sparkling lily
gently recalls your face