On a winter walking path
Without a purpose or
Anything like that, let's go walking.
The cold blue sky
With both hands in my pockets
And a pebble tumbling in my heart.
Your kindness
Was too straightforward
And it hurt a little bit.
I'm not used to being meek
But meekness as
An answer can't be ruled out.
On the lonely seesaw
Waiting for no one, waiting for someone to come
I'm the same but
I'm sitting on the other side
Anytime.
Just like you always think
Words you can't say
Are there but...
Things you saw by pushing yourself too hard
Of course it's decided but
It would be nice if you smiled for me.
On the lonely seesaw
Waiting while you pretended not to be lonely
If you sat down
Our feelings would balance out
And I think you'll get used to smiling.
On the lonely seesaw
Waiting for no one, waiting for someone to come
The feeling that I want to see you
Like the midwinter blue sky
Has grown in my heart.