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.
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.