Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse]
When the pink of April scatters and moistens the green of May,
And the purple rain of June comes to a stop,
Under the white sun of July and the blue sky of August,
With the wind of September dyeing the leaves red,
And the yellow gingko of October and the golden miscanthus of November,
I think of the rainbow-colored streets of December.
[Chorus]
In the transparent air of January, with the white snow of February falling,
If I gaze upon the red and white plum blossoms of March,
Another year comes around again.
[Verse]
Every day filled with color,
Gradually adding hues to the white canvas,
Painting life like a beautiful photograph.
Spring comes, summer comes, autumn comes, winter comes,
How many more seasons will I experience?
How many more colors can I layer?
[Chorus]
Living is difficult,
But because I'm alive, there's a painting I can create.
Someday when this painting is complete,
I'll show you the canvas overflowing with color.
[Bridge]
From all the people I've met,
I've received countless colors.
What kind of scenery will it create?
In the future yet to come,
What colors await?
[Chorus]
Layering colors on the white canvas,
The paths I've walked and the people I've met,
Amidst the colorful life,
Anxiety and
[Bridge]
From all the people I've met,
I've received countless colors.
What kind of scenery will it create?
In the future yet to come,
What colors await?
[Chorus]
Layering colors on the white canvas,
The paths I've walked and the people I've met,
Amidst the colorful life,
Anxiety and hope intertwine.
Someday when this painting is complete,
I'll show you,
Every step I've taken, every aspect of life.
[Ending]
