Looking up at the rainbow that I saw as a child now
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There are no seven colors, and before I know it, the fog starts
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Time passes and things continue to change
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Even if I search for you, I won't find you
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I close my eyes and open my heart, so if I look up at it again
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Will anything have changed? I need to know
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If I became accustomed to being honest
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Maybe the fog would clear; I cry a prayer in my heart
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That's right, surely you gain something as well, don't you?
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Even if we're still confused by adults
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We'll keep searching for a way to live
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When the rain stops you suddenly cross the bridge
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And pointing up at the sky, you laughed innocently
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As if it had vanished, the rainbow
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Became transparent and as we looked at it we were unable to say anything
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The truth is, back then
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I was completely entranced by your profile
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I can't become an honest person
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So I just cry your name inside my heart
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Why am I not able to gain anything
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My hair got wet as my tears
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Fell from saying "goodbye"
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Even now, after the rain
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I look up at the narrow sky
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From the bridge and though I search for you
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I can't make it to where you are
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The words I couldn't say and the feelings I kept locked away for so long
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Running away was the cause of my weakness
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That right, it's not the way for you, it's my way
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If I became accustomed to being honest
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Maybe the fog would clear; I cry a prayer in my heart
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Even if I don't quite have enough of a certain color
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I want to repaint my world
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And if we can meet again someday
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Because I'll express my feelings honestly
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I'll draw an honest rainbow
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