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真白のトリカブト
はるふり
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Our feet run up the hill, racing
The winds and tide dance along and sway
On that veranda, I Spit out watermelon seeds that I ate. Uh, huh
In town always setting suns bouncing
This hot chest all covered up in sweat
Right before me your eyes reflected the twilight that day. I saw
Thar day, I saw.
Your Profile
Your smile’s fleeting as a bubble. Seems to me.
The song of Cicadas fills my head~
Your hair flows to the tune
The Wind chime begins to spill out
In this old tiny town.
The scent of you remains and makes me feel as though what happened is not true.
And thinking now...
I just can not forget that summer fun-er-al of you.
The dirt on my back, easy to see
I hear the sound of the waves and leaves
The place where the sun drowned a ridge with its own sunset. It was there I walked.
This ridge; the sunlight will one day leave.
A voice full and warm to hear is spread.
A lone flower drenched suddenly by a rain shower. I just watched.
Just stayed and watched.
No shot, although
I see the faint whispers of smoke, flowin’
Waiting for the moon we fall asleep
Our shoulders touched in two
The night's fire illuminating us.
In this old tiny town.
The scent of you remains and makes me feel as though what happened is not true.
And thinking now...
I just can not forget that summer fun-er-al of you.
The flower petals scattered in the sky
Oh what a crazy scene in my mind.
In the end the fault of who changed this place from white to red after all It was just mine.
The plane trail blurred from my sight
My breath was heating all inside
The shadow took you right in, in front of my eyes。
In this old tiny town.
The coastline where your hair swayed in the wind remains here even without you.
And now summer...hurts knowing that it’s true...
In this old tiny town.
The scent of you remains and makes me feel as though what happened is not true.
And thinking now...
I just can not forget that summer fun-er-al of you.
And now you know? Just the season your hair swayed in the wind keeps turning and fading from view.
And with a glow~ continues this old summer and the fu-ne-ral of you.
And with a glow~ continues this old summer and the fu-ne-ral of you.
Abonne-toi