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[English Translation]

Above the sunlit surface of the water,
a gentle, trembling wave
drifts along, resembling my heart,
carrying the words I couldn’t reach you with.

Memories colliding in the shallows,
eventually flowing on, becoming a song,
like a current that cannot be stopped,
spreading quietly toward you.

Echoes scatter against the stones,
even pain holding traces of light,
following the winding path of the stream—
my days, carrying your name.

A voice soaked into the ripple,
even if it fades, it returns again,
lingering in the smallest waves,
still calling out to you.

Within the endless flow,
we set our time aflame,
even if it’s a dream I cannot grasp,
I continue to drift onward.

Moments that shimmer on the ripple,
though they never reach my fingertips, remain,
the farther they flow away,
the clearer they become.

On the quiet surface of the ripple,
only the echoes of you and me remain,
even if they seem to fade,
like a song that will begin again.