Hanabira
MUG CUPの底にたどりつく速度角砂糖みたいな恋をして
MUG CUP no soko ni tadori tsuku sokudo kakuzatou mitai na koi wo shite
鍵穴がさびた手帖をかけられた気分 とても悪くない よく笑う
kagiana ga sabita tejou wo kakerareta kibun totemo warukunai yoku warau
三ヶ月余りで唇にも飽きる 提訴のからに火をつけて遊ぶ
sankagetsu amari de kuchibiru ni mo akiru teisetsu no kara ni hi wo tsukete asobu
半年後の二人は？ 約束もなく繋いだ手離さない
hantoshigo no futari wa? yakusoku mo naku tsunaida te hanasanai
花びら舞う季節に誘われて結ばれた僕らは
hanabira mau kisetsu ni sasowarete musubareta bokura wa
いつから変わったんだろう そればかり考えて答えは
itsukara kawattan darou sore bakari kangaete kotae wa
会いたい
aitai
募る想いとは裏腹な言葉素直さにかける恋をして
tsunoru omoi to wa urahara na kotoba sunaosa ni kakeru koi wo shite
綺麗になる君を綺麗に縛れない僕 戸惑しさはやがて破をたてた
kirei ni naru kimi wo kirei ni shibarenai boku modokashisa wa yagate ha wo tateta
一年目の記念日 黒髪の奥 決心で濡れてた
ichinen me no kinenbi kurogami no oku kesshin de nureteta
四月の風の香るこの場所に戻った僕らは
shigatsu no kaze no kaoru kono basho ni modotta bokura wa
やがては忘れるかな 繋いだ手離した手 背中を
yagate wa wasureru ka na tsunaida te hanashita te senaka wo
今日の日を
kyou no hi wo
明日から別々の日々 君にお願い 忘れないで 忘れないで
ashita kara betsubetsu no hibi kimi ni onegai wasurenai de wasurenai de
花びら散る季節に誘われて散られた僕らは
hanabira chiru kisetsu ni sasowarete chigirareta bokura wa
いつから変わったんだろう そればかり考えて答えは
itsukara kawattan darou sore bakari kangaete kotae wa
さよなら
sayonara
Petals
Reaching the bottom of my mug, like sugar cubes, I’m in this kind of love.
Feeling like a rusty keyhole, it’s not so bad, I laugh a lot.
After three months, even lips get boring, playing with the fire of a lawsuit.
What about us in six months? Holding hands without a promise, I won’t let go.
Invited by the season of falling petals, we were tied together.
When did we change? That’s all I think about, and the answer is:
I want to see you.
Contrary to my growing feelings, I’m lacking in honesty, caught in this love.
You’re getting prettier, but I can’t hold you beautifully; my confusion eventually broke through.
On our first anniversary, deep in your black hair, I was soaked with determination.
Back in this place where the April breeze smells sweet, we wonder if we’ll forget.
The hands we held, the hands we let go, today’s memories.
Starting tomorrow, we’ll have separate days. I ask you, please don’t forget, don’t forget.
Invited by the season of scattered petals, we’ve been scattered apart.
When did we change? That’s all I think about, and the answer is:
Goodbye.