The One Thousand Year Old Rainbow
The cherry blossom flowers fluttering in the skyFall like the powdered snow of midnightThe longing for love that piles up in our heartsChanges snowflakes into blue firefliesFly, fly to the person we cannot meet in our dreamsWhile searching for the feelings we cannot voice out loud
Love is a one thousand year old rainbow, ancient and beautifulA dazzling dream that’s visible even when we’re awakeLike the river that binds the fires of souls togetherTranscendent feelings are flowing by
The purple pauwlonia, the purple wisteriaThe color of a heart of love, the color of sincerityResembling the fireflies that light their bodiesMoonlight cicadas are blooming in the snow
Yearn for the one thousand year old rainbow, ancient and beautifulOpen the scroll of the chain of wavesTo be spellbound by that ethereal and celestial dreamIs like passing through the one thousand year old rainbow
A one thousand year old rainbow, ancient and beautifulA dazzling dream that’s visible even when we’re awakeLike the river that binds the fires of souls togetherTranscendent feelings are flowing by
Yearn for the one thousand year old rainbow, ancient and beautifulOpen the scroll of the chain of wavesTo be spellbound by that ethereal and celestial dreamIs like passing through the one thousand year old rainbow