Our letters dissolve come the end of the spring
Ah, what an ephemeral thing we were.

Dear You, have you been well?
I am still going fine, like I was back with you.
Those few months we spent together did show me things like miracles.

Our letters dissolve come the end of the spring
Ah, what an ephemeral thing we were.

Bit by bit I join together the right words: fondly I remember you, graven in my childhood.
Our happy episode has passed, and what we kept so close has also gone to dust.

Our letters dissolve come the end of the spring
Our letters dissolve come the end of the spring
Our letters dissolve come the end of the spring
Ah, what an ephemeral thing we were.