1+1. Who is the one who decides the answer to this question?
Why are the stars spinning, spinning in the sky?
What about the moon? The wind? The sky? The birds? The flowers? The rainbows? The rain? The ocean?
The dreams? The countries? The songs? The colors? Who decided them, I wonder?
If by some chance my eyes meet with yours, what kind of face should I make?
Why is this the only thing with no set answer?
Even if I line up the things that I know,
I can't find the answer right away.
Even I, when faced with you, want to convey this properly, but...
Always, even now, my heart and body are all a mess.
Even I feel as if I could do anything if I would be able to stand alongside you and go further ahead.
The number of things I want to know increases more and more.
You + me. Who will be the one to decide this question, I wonder?
Why are my feelings spinning, spinning?
Why is it that I'm so excited,
Even though there are so many things that I don't know?
Even I want to be able to smile properly always.
If figure it's no good, I just can't do it, and I sometimes get down in the dumps,
Because you said "hey," looked at me, and smiled softly at me,
It feels like I can even solve a "?," and look, a lot of worlds open up to me.
Even I want to be able to smile properly always, but...
I figure it's no good, I just can't do it, and I sometimes get down in the dumps,
Because you say "hey," look at me, and keep smiling at me,
I get so happy, I get so fatigued just from laughing together with you.
Even I.
Even you.
1+1. Who is the one who decides the answer to this question?