Looking closely, I see us in the middle of the picture
Looking closely, we look so proud of ourselves
Back then we were such show-offs
We spent nearly every day chiding each other
A midsummer obituary, staring back at me
And our hearts, pounding against each other
Stepping into a paradoxical reality
We’ve blended into the mirage
It makes me cry and cry and cry
It wasn’t summer that stole you from me
But it just didn’t feel fair
It makes me cry and cry and cry
I’m always the one who gets left behind
As summer comes to an end
It’s been one of those seasons where my innocent emotions
Saw the lilies on the counter at the flower shop and shimmered
It’s been one of those seasons where looking at the message in the flowers
Made me flash back to my flickering memories of you and I
A midsummer obituary, staring back at me
And our hearts, pounding against each other
Stepping into a paradoxical reality
We’ve blended into the mirage
Will I be swept up in August’s whims someday too?
That’s not a bad thing in and of itself
But if possible, I’d like you to take the blueprints we drew up then,
make them into a paper airplane, throw it
And then watch until it disappears from view
In my hand are the lilies I decided to buy on the way home after all
It’s nothing, really
It should be nothing to me but I can’t stop crying
I guess you’re a flower now
I wonder if you got to be a flower
I still can’t stop crying
It makes me cry and cry and cry
It wasn’t summer that stole you from me
But it just didn’t feel fair
It makes me cry and cry and cry
I’m always the one who gets left behind
As summer comes to an end
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無垢な季節 無垢な季節