This day comes every year. I can never forget August 18.
Happy birthday to you.
I met you, and spent wonderful time. But it does not meet for a long time. Don’t you think so? I wonder what you are doing now.
Can I see you again? or Can’t you meet again?
『MANY WINTERS』 Nancy Wood R-32
A long time I have lived with you And now we must be going Separately to be together. Perhaps I shall be the wind To blur your smooth waters So that you do not see your face too much. Perhaps I shall be the star To guide your uncertain wings So that you have direction in the night. Perhaps I shall be the fire To separate your thoughts So that you do not give up. Perhaps I shall be the rain To open up the earth So that your seed may fall. Perhaps I shall be the snow To left your blossoms sleep So that you may bloom in spring. Perhaps I shall be the stream To play a song on the rock So that you are not alone. Perhaps I shall be a new mountain So that you always have a home.