The green key that you lost
The rusted door leading to
Our secret flower garden
Was it yesterday
When you last opened it
Or long ago?
Its leafy arms are opening
As if summoning you
The yellowy-green ivy is spreading
In order to grab you
The scent of the orchids for your robe
The clusters of violets for your pillow
Like a pair of twin of girls,
Never separating, even for a moment,
I saw on both your backs
Beautiful butterfly wings
Transparent in the light
I stole that important key
Wanting to conserve the season of us two
The birds have obscured
The exit with boughs
Why did you dig your way out?
With mud all over you
The cypress trunks are swaying
The zephyrs in distress
The briar stems creak
As if to ask something
The sorrow of the roses are sighs
The drops on the lilies are tears
The flowers known as flowers in this world
Are all withering here
Please, do come back
Having stopped time
I am waiting
Always so alone
That is the trivial plight
Of which no one knows
I cannot forget this memory
For your sake
The little key I made out of butterfly bones
I will send it you
And even if you have to wander the entire town,
The door nowhere to be found,
Do not lose that key
A second time
Because it is only I who am buried
Living an endless spring
The rusted door leading to
Our secret flower garden
Was it yesterday
When you last opened it
Or long ago?
Its leafy arms are opening
As if summoning you
The yellowy-green ivy is spreading
In order to grab you
The scent of the orchids for your robe
The clusters of violets for your pillow
Like a pair of twin of girls,
Never separating, even for a moment,
I saw on both your backs
Beautiful butterfly wings
Transparent in the light
I stole that important key
Wanting to conserve the season of us two
The birds have obscured
The exit with boughs
Why did you dig your way out?
With mud all over you
The cypress trunks are swaying
The zephyrs in distress
The briar stems creak
As if to ask something
The sorrow of the roses are sighs
The drops on the lilies are tears
The flowers known as flowers in this world
Are all withering here
Please, do come back
Having stopped time
I am waiting
Always so alone
That is the trivial plight
Of which no one knows
I cannot forget this memory
For your sake
The little key I made out of butterfly bones
I will send it you
And even if you have to wander the entire town,
The door nowhere to be found,
Do not lose that key
A second time
Because it is only I who am buried
Living an endless spring