Our feelings have been written down over countless pages
But for some reason,
I just can't fill in this one line of blank space
I put in a pressed flower as a bookmark and roll along with you on the bike we found thrown away
We piled up the bricks we've forgotten and then tore them back down
We're being pulled to the same level, to be equals
All tired out from having fun, I'm sure that we won't remember the frighteningly blue sky
In that way, a bundle of sunlight now pushes in my direction
The two of you are still right there, but I find myself praying that we can meet again
There must be something wrong with me
My hand that turns to the next page, and the misanga I fastened with my lips...
Hey, today is today, and that won't change; if it rains, we can still talk on the phone
In that way, I now push (Before I knew it, the misanga came off,)
My kindness in your direction (But for some reason, I can't say it)
There really must be something wrong with me
If you choose any one, it will break with a sound;
That is what love is, I joked, and you laughed
Good thing, I made it on time - deciding to pretend not to know, the city went to sleep
Let's go to the place where we piled the bricks we've forgotten
Running up the hill that looks out over the sea, under the frighteningly blue sky,
My right hand holds a soda, and my left hand is always searching for you
In that way, with my two occupied arms, I embrace the spring wind
Time is still ours to spend, so I'd love it if you wouldn't say
That we'll forget this day someday
In that way, the present comes toward me without asking me any questions
I suppose the two of you are still right there... "Oh, right, the words to fill in the blank are-"
No, I won't say it just yet
My hand that turns to the next page, and the misanga I untied with my lips...
The first train of the day, and a sparse bit of happiness... Hey, today is today, and that won't change
There really must be something wrong with me
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