Byouka
Eve
Sick
Thinking back, it seems like a distant memory
The smell of the long-awaited break
Casting shadows with you and the speckles
Unable to even raise my voice
The cheeks I reminisce about are warm
The sunlight melting the contours
The clouds I gaze at are endlessly high
I foolishly think
How many more times will I welcome
Raising my middle finger, I stared at the dark night
Like the flames flickering in those eyes
Breathing here is not a pipe dream
Quietly shedding tears
Like fleeting bubbles floating in a sidelong glance
Reflecting the flow of the seasons in an instant
The shadow of tears stretches endlessly
I think beautifully
Where are you going
The cheeks I reminisce about are warm
The sunlight melting the contours
The clouds I gaze at are endlessly high
I foolishly think
How many more times will I welcome
If we meet again, I want to remember
This scenery forever
