The red clouded sky only stares back like a wall,
in these times of freedom to be,
I have to return within a week,
you have to wait until autumn to leave.

In these days and in our words,
only promises remain anymore,
and I have lost my concentration again,
and still we are falling down.

The end that approaches one day,
could it be a crossing?
If it could be a crossing,
will we fail again?

In these days and in our words,
only promises remain anymore,
and I have lost my concentration again,
and still we are falling down.

(Until we meet again,
even if the stars fall in the sky,
the treetops around us shall wave in breeze.
Until we meet again,
even if the clouds are darker than never before,
their rain shall not extinguish our bonfire.
Until we meet again...)