I know. I know.
If it's going to end, now would be a good time
Echoing between love and friendship
In the childish sound of the triangle
I hate the beating of my heart that shakes every time
I'm close enough to touch you
I ache to touch you
each time my heart aches
a flutter
I can't miss a single blink of an eye
the world dances with the sound of my breath
I describe the flamboyant heroine behind my eyes
the brush tip traces along the heart
fluttering
I'm chasing the whereabouts of your gaze
each time time the time dissipates and the smell of spring ceases
I know it's a love that won't come true, but I still call it love
I'm drawing spring again today as I dance and scatter
I know, I know, I know
If it's going to end, it's now, isn't it?
I don't want to avoid the faint hope and the faint joy
I don't want to be me
I hate the beating of my heart that hurts every time
I'm close enough to touch
I ache to touch you
I miss my heart without my permission
a flutter
I can't miss a single blink of an eye
the world dances with the sound of my breath
I describe the flamboyant heroine in the depths of my eyes
the brush tip traces along the heart
fluttering
I'm chasing the whereabouts of your gaze
each time time the time dissipates and the smell of spring ceases
I know it's a love that won't come true, but I still call it love
I draw spring again today as I dance and fall
fluttering
One frame I fell in love
I want you to be the one to laugh and say I love spring
I can't be the hero of the scenery with you
I can't be the hero of the scenery with you
The tip of my brush traces along the heart
fluttering
I've been chasing the whereabouts of your gaze
each time time the time would dissipate and the smell of spring would cease
I know it's a love that won't come true, but I still call it love
I paint spring again today as well
