My heart was like it burst into flame, feeling the ring of the bell
I wanted to stay watching that phone which never rang
When I turn the street corner, all of a sudden I remember
the shades of midsummer, the movie we often watched together and those days
* The midsummer sun, the season that coincides with my memories
taken away by the wind, never to reach you again
I look at you crying, just watching you as if its second nature, unable to do anything.
The unfamiliar scent... Is that because of that guy?
You acted as if you don’t notice me
Already five years have come and gone, are you happy with him?
Running into each other in Teramachi, why does my heart ache?
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The cold sun, changes to a new color
I can’t hide my scars, colored in a new season
Hurting, hurting each other, people hide their wounds but I’ll try to get over mine, show them
The wounds will become pretty flowers
The important things are “_____“, my memories...