春泥棒 [Haru dorobou] [English translation]

Emerging from the curve of the bridge, the sky’s blue slipped between the clouds

Because of how hot it has recently been, I’ve been waiting for the wind to blow past me

As I’m sitting in the shade of a tree

Something lands on my cheek

And as I look overhead, I see above me the blossoms chip off

Akin to gently falling flowers, we forgot how to breathe ¹

Even blinking is such a pain

You know yourself that even today will turn to past the next day

I’m just waiting for the wind to come

And so as we forgot how to utter all words

Even telling goodbye’s such a pain

Just the image of flowers falling on a sunny day

Makes it look like it’s spring’s take on a snow storm

Meeting with you on the next day

I see that not so many people are here viewing flowers

The spring’s scent is leaving the air

I wonder if this year as well summer will reach us

Emerging from the curve of the bridge, your face peeked from the end of the road

I wonder how much there is left

How many more times will we be able to meet in this spring

On a riverside hill, I sit in the shade of a tree

Surrounded by blossoms, not different from yesterday

Completely forgetting how to breathe in the air

Even blinking for us's such a pain

Right now this vile storm is taking all the blossoms in

Just like a spring thief

And all our time today has gone away with the wind

Even standing is such a pain

In the gaps between the blossoms, the sky's chipping off

Spring’s snow storm still rages on

Today again I’m going to see you

Sitting in the shade of a tree

A single sigh takes the stage

The blossoms are no more

Tomorrow again I’m about to see you

The spring is nearing its end

The falling time stays here in remnants of what we used to be

When singing of love, there are never enough words

Even rhyming them's a pain

Can you even begin to describe the moment flowers start to bloom with such a thing?

Akin to gently falling flowers, forgetting how to let out a voice

Even blinking for us's such a pain

Only we are here to watch the cherry blossoms

Don’t chip them off just yet, spring’s snow storm

There’s only that much left

So little, that you can count them down

Only two blossoms left

Just one blossom left

And now only leaves are up there, chipping off

The spring has now met its end

• Artist:Yorushika