Tonight too, I cannot sleep, for you whom I miss are too far away. I gaze at the June sky before hanging my head and weeping. Alone with my cloudy heart, I am intoxicated by you, the sky to which I looked up being dyed in dark grey and pure violet. Staining indelibly my heart, your voice is resounding and, addicted to its echo, I am unable to utter a sound. Charmed by the bletilla flowers and looking up to the June sky, if I chant the song of my tragic love, it ought to reach you, doesn't it? Your hollow raindrops will rock me forever and tonight too, I will be murdered by your sagging affection. Following the thread of my desire, let me go to see you. Burdened with the crime of my tragic love, let me to you... Charmed by the bletilla flowers and looking up to the June sky, if I chant the song of my tragic love, it ought to reach you, doesn't it?