Every world is bounded, and so winter eventually gives way to spring,
Like released arrows, we run towards an eventual end,
Within the repeating moments, we finally notice the beauty of life.
Regret, shame, I’ve tasted their bitter dregs.
I pledged to forsake immortality for you,
Even if what awaits me is an end settling in emptiness,
If that is the path leading to you, it was fine.
Even the starlight of the universe,
Will someday close its eyes,
All these moments are precious.
In the fleeting repetition,
Carve into memory,
Carpe diem,
Carpe diem.
It’s fine if it’s a journey towards the end,
As long as I can hold your hand,
Oh,
Even in mortality,
