oshibana natsukashimi ha omoide ni hitaru yuuzora
yubiori kazoeteita kimi ni au hi wo matsu ano koro he
sora aokiyoki jidai no naka de kowareta yume to
kanashikikana hateshinaki zaishou koe ha naki ichiya no shun
yuukoku ni obore samui koro ni mita hayazaki no
sakura no shita de ha kanojo tatteita tooi mukashibanashi dakedo
ano koro ha karen de totemo utsukushiku demo dokoka
kanashisou na kao, nagai kami de hora kakushita yuugure no namida
wasureta shikisou sae kono basho de kimi to utsusu
saishokukoku ni kieta hakanaki kimi to monokuro no kizu
sora aokiyoki jidai no naka de kowareta yume to
tsumibukaki kaimamitakoku akutoku ga naku ichiya no shun
The show booth
yuuma kureutsusu samui koro ni mita kimi ga mata
hito ni somerarete nanimo dekinakute namida poroporoporori saku
oshibana natsukashimi ha omoide ni hitaru yuuzora
yubiori kazoeteita kimi ni au hi wo matsu ano koro he
yuugure terasu koya no ura ni saku sakura no shita
ima dake ima dake demo sode de kakushita kizuato wo kiete
sora aokiyoki jidai no naka de kowareta yume to
kanashikikana hateshinaki zaishou koe ha naki ichiya no shun
I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless.
Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring.
One cold evening I saw her as she stood under the cherry blossom tree, with petals that bloomed too early.
This story goes way back
She was beautiful and pretty but there was something about her.
She had a very sad face
Her long hair hid the tears of late afternoon.
Through the forgotten seasons, this place still reminds me of her.
Time has made her disappear, as she was so delicate with her black and white scar.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
The sin is too deep to bear, as I hear the sound of darkness.
Tonight it is spring.
The show booth
It was a cold late afternoon and I remember seeing her being colored by people.
She couldn't do anything but cry as her tears bloomed like the petals.
I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The late afternoon sky lights the shed. The cherry blossom tree grew in back of it.
And underneath the tree, she lies hiding her scar with the sleeve of her shirt, hoping it would disappear just for that moment.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless.
Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring
Stumble!