I love you, Cosmos Oh, I would like you to remember This song was yours It was your favorite, I think What is to prefer, Cosmos? And every time, the dead leaves Remind you of my memory Day after day, the dead loves Do not stop dying With others, of course, I give up But their song is monotonous And little by little I differ There is nothing to do about it Because every time, the dead leaves Remind you of my memory Day after day, the dead loves Do not stop dying Can you ever know where it starts? And when the indifference is over Autumn passes, winter comes And the song of Prevert This song, the dead leaves Erase from my memory And that day, my dead loves Will have finished dying And that day, my dead loves Will have finished dying