Ingles
An early summer wind blows on Oyafukou street, where lively crowds mingle
It told of a short summer and was so bright that I lowered my eyes in fear
Although I knew it from the start, huge drops of rain are hurting me now
If it's a lie I've kept secret all along, then I'll probably lock the truth within me quietly
I overlapped the image of him waving his hand with this cracked marble in a hazy shade of blue
Although I couldn't say it until the end, huge drops of rain are hurting me now
One summer of love for the girl
His back is getting smaller
Hang on, will you forgive me if I stop you?
The more I cry, the more miserable I feel; this is the last of a sinned woman
With fireworks I burnt the rumour I heard
Because my punishment is to forget
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