In the faint sunlight, I present to your still form a white flower

I touch your fingers, and when I hold you to my chest, a flower bud blooms...

Gardenia... I love all of you, and your innocent eyes.

I'll sweep you away, and I'll gently hold you close, so I don't have to let you go...

As if the dream I dreamed that day continues, the scene floats up in the forest of
of reminiscence.

I'll go out and meet you in the garden of our pledge, where the flower buds bloom...