The brilliant red of the setting sun
Is the burning memory of youth
I’m radiating passion again today
Overflowing with these feelings
As a breeze blew across the school grounds
I found a hazy sign
Where does the answer lie?
I’ll reach out my hands and search only for the truth
As the sun sets, jet-black birds fly high
The sunlight’s afterglow wavers
Drawing those dazzlingly beautiful days of youth
During the repetition of such ordinary days
I felt anguish in my chest
Running up to the rooftop after class
And looking up at the clouds through the wire fence
What does tomorrow hold?
I’ll raise my hands and shout to the distant sky
Alongside the evening street, white flowers of love letters bloom
The drops of dew on their petals glisten
Reflecting those faint days of youth
While confused and bewildered
People live out their youth
The sound of crickets echoes towards that shore of twilight
The morning star’s light twinkles
Illuminating those faded days of youth
Rosenland 