Milk
Sore wa hidoku totsuzen de
Machikado wa tadayou nakami no nai uta to "sayonara" kimi ni nagashikomi
minamiguchi wa kyou mo ase no kehai hitotsu nai yukkuri suri ashi de tokeyou
Urunda hitomi wa kawaita kaze hoshigaru boku hoshigatta you ni
"getsuyoubi no asa wa choushoku toru kishinai" usugeshou no kimi fukigen ni kirei
Minareta yume kara me ga sameta ato wa tooku chikaku kimi wo omou
utaenai shijin wa kakitometa kotoba todokeru dake ga dekizu
Tsukihi bakari ga nagareru
[KAFE ORE] to yobu ni wa amari ni mo [MIRUKU] de boku towa futsuriai oboe
kokochiyoi datsuryoku saisoku janai [KISU] subete ga shikumareta... toka ne
Jishin tte kotoba wa jibun wo shinjiru to kaku nigate na hou janakatta
"kazaranai kimi ga suki" konagona ni natte tatta ima no boku kikazatte odoru
Ano koro mananda futatsu mitsu nado wasureru hodo no kimi no kachi sa
ima koro ni natte afuredasu kotoba todokeru koto ga dekizu
Dokoka de guuzen toka michika de [REPURIKA] toka
sagasu koto ni tsukare sore demo sugatte
ooge sa de wa naku saiai wa kimi de
Futari de eranda koge chairo no [SOFAA] hade na [MAFURAA] oreta kasa mo
natsukashimeru hodo tsuyoku wa nai kedo tebanasu koto wa dekizu
Minareta yume no tsuzuki ga mitakute tooku tooku kimi wo omou
utaenai shijin wa kakitometa kotoba todokanu kotoba utau
Modorenai hibi to ikiru
Milk
That was terribly sudden
The street corner is filled with a song without substance and a 'goodbye' that I pour out to you
The southern exit still has no sign of sweat today, slowly melting away with each step
Your moist eyes long for the dry wind, like I longed for you
'On Monday mornings, I skip breakfast' you, with your thin makeup, beautifully in a bad mood
After waking up from a familiar dream, I think of you from afar and up close
The poet who can't sing can only deliver written words
Only the days keep passing by
To call it 'cafe au lait' is too much, remembering the 'milk' with you was a mismatch
It's not a comfortable, quick power outage, all tangled up in a 'kiss'... and so on
I wasn't good at writing words that believe in myself
'I love the unadorned you' shattered into pieces, now I pretend to dance
The value of you, enough to forget things like two sugars and honey learned back then
Now, overflowing words can't be delivered
Somewhere by chance, or maybe by fate, like 'republic'
I get tired of searching, but still keep going
It's not about being grand, it's about loving you
We chose a burnt brown sofa together, a flashy umbrella, a broken umbrella
It's not as strong as I remember, but I can't let go
I wanted to see the continuation of the familiar dream, thinking of you from afar
The poet who can't sing writes down words, singing unsung words
Living the days that can't be returned to