it's morning, the sun is shining, and all i can think about is you
the fresh air, the chirping of the birds -- they're the same thing
but i can't stop crying
why do they make me feel so sad?
the scenery flashes by the train window, i have no idea where you are
two sugars in my cup of coffee, it makes me want to meet you right away
the world ends today, i thought
and smiled, but just a little
the night wind travels the sky and envelopes the place you're at
a familiar gentle voice -- it's the same voice
but i can't stop crying
why does it feel so comforting?
the smell of the rain, the creaking of the door, my heart flutters
a faded out-of-season photograph, it makes me want to show it to you right away
if you would appear now
time will stop, and so will my breath
"when i meet you..."
before i knew it everything leads me to that thought
the next thing you'll say, the next look you'll give, it makes me want to know them right away
looks like we'll meet today
this is somewhat, rather, a little, fufufu...