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.