Since it was so, I cannot remember "me".

Searching and searching, but nothing comes to mind.

Is there any soul that might understand that time.

Sometimes I ask and I find I'm without answers,

And more and more, my attention piqued.

Each time I look, what's in front provides no succor.

How will I know who I am, why I'm here? I am stranded.

And in this place,

(What is this place?) And in this place,

(What is this place?) Where I call home

(Is it really so?) Where I call home

I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.

And when I sleep,

(Well, is it sleep?) And when I sleep,

(Well, is it sleep?) And when I dream,

(And do I dream?) And when I dream,

I see a hazy image of another girl.

And underneath

(Where is this place?) And underneath

(Where is this place?) The cherry tree

(Which has never bloomed.) The cherry tree

I find my heart, or something close, filled with unease.

How will I know

(I once had dreamt.) How will I know

(I once had dreamt.) Which way to go

(Of butterflies.) Which way to go

When I am haunded by the visions of a past so long ago?

When I replay what I think are distant memories,

It's faded more over all this time.

Before I notice, it's gone on so much further.

Grasping so closely, and hanging so tightly, I've let go...

And in this place

Where I call home,

I am surrounded by the thought of the unknown.

And when I sleep,

And when I dream,

Will I beging see what cannot be? It's clear to me.

This so-called life

(I can't recall) This so-called life

(I can't recall) I thought I'd known...

(And it's something odd) I thought I'd known...

But it was all another dream, so I've been shown.

And as I dream

(Am I awake?) And as I dream

(Am I awake?) What does it mean

(To just be me?) What does it mean

Were I to wake, what does it mean for me when

(Blossoms bloom in autumn weather.) Were I to wake, what does it mean for me when

Spring has come too soon again, while longing to be free.