四月の支度 / April Preparations

Floating on a breeze
Secretly I shall slip
Into your windblown hair

Like clipping away a new landscape
Seen from my bicycle
Tethering the scene with a chain

You can steal
Even the warmth I carry in my pocket
I won't mind
As long as it's you

A quiet town
Nostalgic like an old canteen

Living by your side
Like a dream

Even the peril
Of the tremors to come
Melts sweetly
Into the springtime light