My heart was like it burst into flame, feeling the ring of the bell.
I wanted to stay watching that phone which never rang.
When I turn the street corner, all of a sudden I remember
the shades of midsummer, the movie we often watched together and those days.
The midsummer sun, the season that coincides with my memories
taken away by the wind, never to reach you again.
I look at you crying, just watching you as if its second nature,
unable to do anything.
You're wearing a scent I don't recognize, is that for his sake?
You pretend not to notice me there,
already five years have come and gone, are you happy with him?
running into each other in Teramachi, for some reason my heart aches…
The midsummer sun, the season that coincides with my memory
taken away by the wind, never again to reach you.
the cold sun, changes to a new color
I can't hide my scars, colored in a new season.
hurting, hurting each other, people hide their wounds but
I'll try to get over mine, so they become a pretty flower
the important things are "_____", my memories…