A song of sorrow, wrapped in confusion.
Lost words and abandoned dreams flicker and sway.
In the tangled complexity of layered feelings and passing time,
if I lose my way, if I struggle—
would you offer me just one of those bittersweet candies?

At the quiet edge of loneliness,
why does the fire in my heart refuse to burn out?
In the depths of a dark, silent sea,
you, who had been looking up, now begin to rise.

Suspended between despair and hope,
who is the one illuminating the future?
Drawn toward the shimmering surface,
these fragile dreams are just like bubbles… My Little Love.

A song of joy, weaving through the gaps of the threads,
tucking in gentle words like a quiet prayer.
Faced with small wishes and a countless number of dreams,
I wonder if I still have enough breath left within me.
Would you accept this bittersweet candy from me?

May you find happiness
as you dive into that vivid world.
Gazing up at a night sky carpeted with stars,
you begin to rise once more.

Driven by the longing for a captivating dream,
battered by relentless, pouring rain,
you continue to walk along an untrodden path.
Your radiant presence is like hope itself… My Little Love.

At the quiet edge of loneliness,
why does the fire of my prayer refuse to fade?
At the brink of a dark night where no sound can reach,
the moon shines brightly in the sky above.

Driven by the longing for a captivating dream, pushing against strong headwinds,
as if to show me the boundless expanse of the sky,
you take flight, like hope itself… My Little Love.