Do you understand What I want to convey this piece, even if it's forced?
It doesn't change much from long ago, right? The lyrics that are hard to read, the background...
I said that I'd support you Over and over again, almost arrogantly, But I have to make sure that I don't learn the lack of weight that words have too late.
Before you throw me away, I want you to take me seriously more than anything, So let me borrow this place on the page and scream, "I really do love you."
The reason that the snow is cold is because my hand is hotter than other peoples'. It's so that when my hand holds yours, it will draw out the words of, "It's so warm."
Do you understand That I fawn on your whenever we talk?
You don't understand The feelings I want you to believe in in this limited time, either.
As if I'm looking for hidden lies in the song you give me, The truth always flies into the air, but it can't overcome the sky.
So if the path you chose is getting in your way, you should quit and everything will be fixed? That's not right, right? Then, to whom do these feelings go to? Where do they go to?
Before you lose passion for me, I want you to take me seriously more than anything, So let me borrow this place on the page and scream, "I really do love you."
You send me off with a, "See you later" and a smile. It's always like this. Even if there isn't a next time, With my usual attitude until the end, I want to stay as the me that you admired.
Do you understand What I want to convey this piece, even if it's forced?
It doesn't change much from long ago, right? The lyrics that are hard to read, the background...
I said that I'd support you Over and over again, almost arrogantly, But I have to make sure that I don't learn the lack of weight that words have too late.
Before you throw me away, I want you to take me seriously more than anything, So let me borrow this place on the page and scream, "I really do love you."
The reason that the snow is cold is because my hand is hotter than other peoples'. It's so that when my hand holds yours, it will draw out the words of, "It's so warm."
Do you understand That I fawn on your whenever we talk?
You don't understand The feelings I want you to believe in in this limited time, either.
As if I'm looking for hidden lies in the song you give me, The truth always flies into the air, but it can't overcome the sky.
So if the path you chose is getting in your way, you should quit and everything will be fixed? That's not right, right? Then, to whom do these feelings go to? Where do they go to?
Before you lose passion for me, I want you to take me seriously more than anything, So let me borrow this place on the page and scream, "I really do love you."
You send me off with a, "See you later" and a smile. It's always like this. Even if there isn't a next time, With my usual attitude until the end, I want to stay as the me that you admired.