The shape of happiness
                                            I drew it a little bigger than my size
                                            A never dying flower crown
                                            In a prime colored miniature garden 
                                            There's no battles
                                            There's no boredom either
                                            Sprinkle a dash of miracles, too
                                            
                                            That boy spilled his bucket
                                            Although we don't need rain
                                            
                                            The tomorrow you can see on your tiptoes
                                            Is beautiful
                                            Or at least it should've been
                                            But there was a blurry scenery of fighting
                                            The path to making up is
                                            Melting in a gradation of colors
                                            It's ok if my future is wet
                                            But I want that boy to be in it
                                            It's hard to be happy alone
                                            
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                                            I live happily ever after after all
                                            How long is "after all"?
                                            When the last page closes
                                            I was all alone
                                            You gave me a candy saying "sorry" with a very faint voice
                                            The sweet smell of the silver foil wrapper
                                            
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                                            That boy interrupted with a little crayon
                                            Though I don't even need the night
                                            
                                            The tomorrow you can see on your tiptoes is beautiful
                                            What brings you unexpected things is fleeting
                                            If you hold it in your hand
                                            Maybe I try to be someone to look around the world
                                            On the quiet night
                                            I rather that boy to be here 
                                            Even if he scratched over it with crayon completely  
                                            I can't be happy alone
                                            
                                            After I line them all up as I want
                                            But all I have is myself
                                            Dreams I saw on tippy toes
                                            I'll never get wet from the cold rain
                                            Nor will I touch wounds
                                            That's how I locked it up
                                            
                                            If a small happiness has come true
                                            It would have pushed that boy 
                                            That's a goodbye I can get back
                                            The tomorrow you can see on your tiptoes is beautiful
                                            Or at least it should've been
                                            But a blurry scenery you see after the fight
                                            And the night after the makeup
                                            They are melting in a gradation of darkness in sleep
                                            The only reason I can know the world is because you're here
                                            It's hard to be happy alone, isn't it?