Shiroi Bouquet
Lareine
White Bouquet
Even when you were right by my side
I didn’t feel your warmth or kindness
(ah) If only I could have been more honest with your feelings back then
Where did our story begin?
Each of us holding onto our own white
No matter when we open it, it’s the same page
The final scene with its own quirks
The girl who picked up the white bouquet you threw
I can’t gently say to her, "I’m glad for you"
I was drawing the scene I feared the most with my own pen
Not being able to be honest about you, still stuck in this mess
The words you once said to me
"Just being together is enough for me"
We can’t meet anymore
As if to throw away those changed feelings
You tossed the white bouquet
The girl who picked up the white bouquet you threw
I can’t gently say to her, "I’m glad for you"
