Ikuta no toki wo kasane ikuraka otona ni natta
Shirazu ni fuete itta boku no otoshimono.
Sukoshizutsu netsu wo obiru
Kuuki no tsubu mabuta wo tojite sotto.
Aoi natsu no sora wo omoidaseba boku no yoko, sugu soba ni kimi ga ita
Ima yori sukoshi mijikai kami to mujaki sou na egao de.
Maue ni ukabu taiyou musekaeru suna no nioi
Subete ga natsukashisa ni afurete mieru.
Kagerou ni yuraide iru
Tooi keshiki kitto kawarazu ima mo.
Wazuka nigotta mune no mannaka ni itai hodo furisosogu semishigure
Kawari yuku mono kawaranai mono boku wa nani wo eranda?
Kasaneta hibi no sukima de koboreochita nanika
Sore wo uzumerareru mono wo kimi ga shitte iru ki ga shite.
Sora no iro kigi no midori
Kawaita kaze kanjiru tabi ni omou.
Osanai kimi ga nozonda mirai no jibun ni hatashite boku wa narete iru no kana
Sukoshi fuan de kowaku naru kedo kanashimasetaku wa nai yo.
Modoritai to negau kono kimochi wa ima wo ikinuku tame no KATARUSHISU
Nanika ni mayoi tsukareta toki wa kimi no koto wo omoidasou.
[Translation]
Much time has passed, and I've become an adult somewhat
Without realizing it, what I've lost has increased.
Close your eyes softly in the snowflakes
That warm up little by little.
When I remember the blue summer sky, you were immediately by my side
With an innocent smile and hair slightly shorter than it is now.
The sun floating right overhead, the scent of the suffocating sand
It seems like everything overflows in nostalgia.
Swaying in the heat haze
That far off scenery surely hasn't changed, even now.
The outburst of cicadas singing pours down painfully in the center of my slightly impure heart
Things that are changing, things that don't change - what did I choose?
Something spilled over in the crevice of these days I've spent
I feel like you know what it is and what was buried.
The color of the sky, the green trees
Whenever I feel the dry wind, I think about them.
I wonder if I've really become the future me that young you wanted to be?
I'm a little uneasy and feel scared, but I don't want to make you grieve.
These feelings of wishing to return are a catharsis to live through the present
When I hesitate in something and get tired, I'll remember you.
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