Is this the end of us, my autumn friend?
Was it meaningless?
Was it happiness?
Before the sunlight bends, when worlds have all been penned, will your memory remember me?
Will starlight fall again over bittersweet impermanence?
Is this the end?
The world will meet somewhen, when the fever drops and revolving stops,
I'm born again in a future someday, with you, my friend, in the dream of one day when the bittersweet impermanence will fade away.