You rested your chin on your right hand.
I held a lukewarm mug with my left hand.
Your right eyebrow was slightly slated downward.
Morning rained down on us so much.

One is enough.
Just one peony flower that never falls.
Let it strike your heart
and make you so happy that you could forget about your heart.
One is enough.
Through the confusing night without knowing right from left,
I grope my way all alone in dead silence.
If only I could let you know a piece of that.

Your left eyebrow was slightly slated downward.
It’s hard for me to recall.
It seems that I can’t tell.
Your right hand held the novel that you bought one day.
Or was it your left hand?

One is enough.
Just one piece of the sunlight in the night.
Strike your heart with such sentiment that I could peek inside your heart.
One is enough
to show that you could grope your way in a flurry of hail in summer
and that your eyes would never close.

I would peel off my heart from my body bit by bit
and hand it to you, and you could have all of it, so—
Take the ruby out of my sword-hilt, the sapphires out of my eyes.
Just leave the leaden heart by my side.

One is enough.
Just one peony flower that never falls.
Let it strike your heart
and make you so happy that you could forget about the tears you shed.
A little is enough.
Just a little sunlight to make the drizzle stop today.

A little is enough.
Let me leave a little part of my shoeprint in your world.
Can you see? Your happiness could be
more than just one.
Through the confusing night without knowing right from left,
you have a long way to grope from here.
I’m the only one who will never laugh about it.
If only I could let you know a piece of that.

No matter what I eat, everything is tasteless.
It feels like I’ve just lost my body.
Your heart and my heart
would be as one forever, I believed.