You're very kind, so 
                                            you move pain onto yourself 
                                            When performing, you truly become a support 
                                            Even if you're wounded by weakness 
                                            You won't say anything, right?
                                             
                                             Naturally, your profile looking towards tomorrow 
                                            was special
                                             
                                             If we say goodbye after school, 
                                            tomorrow we might not be able to see each other any more. 
                                            Rain overflowed on my eyelids 
                                            On the way home, your retreating figure 
                                            became a sepia photograph.
                                             
                                             Saying you fall in love is a little embarrassing 
                                            I couldn't sing your name 
                                            Why is the world endless? 
                                            If I think deep thoughts, I'll probably be broken.
                                             
                                             The you that muttered "I couldn't protect that person," 
                                            I'll hold you tightly.
                                             
                                             If we say goodbye after school, 
                                            tomorrow we might not be able to see each other any more. 
                                            I believed in unchanging things 
                                            Gathering up childish dreams, 
                                            they turned into a sepia photograph.
                                             
                                             The blue storm of time that runs past me 
                                            whips at my cheeks. 
                                            Always, I love you, I love you
                                             
                                             If we say goodbye after school, 
                                            tomorrow we might not be able to see each other any more. 
                                            Before I wake up, 
                                            the eastern sky, the you that's beyond the sky is...
                                             
                                             If we say goodbye after school, 
                                            tomorrow we might not be able to see each other any more. 
                                            Rain overflowed on my eyelids 
                                            On the way home, your retreating figure 
                                            became a sepia photograph.