Ingles
A little way down the national highway, marked by blue bricks
This continuous path leading to where he lives
Has ended
You've only invited me out for dinner once
Hit songs and public scrutiny; a noisy shop
Is our age difference such a bad thing?
No, surely, the one at fault is ― yes ― me, for being the latecomer
It's been decided that you won't be at my side when the Keihin line runs
Stay with me until I'm used to that, pillowed on your arm on which your scent lingers
Asleep somewhere far away from the happiness society speaks of
For the sake of meeting him, who was here until just now, I entrusted him again and again
If it's to match up with you, even I
Would have taken a SHOT at what I was weak at, and yet
There's a beautiful woman with long hair at your side
I was ― yes ― simply afraid that I'd realise it's all a lie
You warning me that 'even our current situation is enough' brings tears
I'm the one to blame. I'm the one who came late.
Even so, I made preparations to leave some part of myself in him
Swaying along the Keihin line, I abandoned memories at every station
A little way down the national highway, marked by blue bricks
This continuous path leading to where he lives
Is a one-way street like my feelings
I understand. At the last, it ended with the child who inconvenienced him
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