Translated: What color flowers will bloom? What color butterflies will dance? Beyond the door reflected in the mirror, I am dreaming of a fairy tale. As the morning light melts away, without waving to the stars, I believe in the diamonds sleeping in the unopened drawer. I can't see, I can't see, I don't want to see. I want to keep wishing. I want to float an unpaintable picture. Why, why, cannot I deceive? Why can't I keep deceiving? Even though it's me. If I peer into a wide lake that seems to drink the blue of the sky, My face reflected on the water's surface Gradually breaks apart, drop by drop. What color flowers will bloom? What color butterflies will dance? I am gazing at someone who isn't here, Questioning the cold chair. I can't say, I can't say, that's fine. Like a precious secret covered in dust. Why, why, even though I know, I want to pretend I don't understand. I don't want to see the buds or the chrysalises. It's okay to be cowardly. Falling in love with the spring that won't come, I dreamed, I dreamed, and set a fire. It was me who wished for it more than anyone.
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