Vague Hope - Arranged by Takuro Iga

Rest now,

The plume of feathers rests on my hat now,

Trinkets, Treasures, surrounded by more than...

           more than I remembered.

A little bear sits on my bedside table,
           he remains vigilant,
no scent hath disappeared.

                The cracks in my mirror, remind me

remember me,

I love you too, old friend, for one can't not treasure,

the submarine that sits at bay.