It always starts with a pink snowstorm
The season when the yellow wind blows.
Excited about the coming encounter.
The season of meeting you
Do you remember?
"Where are you from? "What should I call you?"
Said something innocuous.
Laughing in the dining hall and quarreling in the classroom on the way.
The remaining distinctive albums
We will meet and leave in the future.
be on duty by turns
The spent season faded.
You will forget it one day.
What do you think about in the last spring?
Water droplets shining against the falling rain
Even faded paintings.
Because I will repaint it no matter how many times.
If we can meet again, I will give it to you gently.
Attach "favorite" words.
Time spent in vain when you realize it.
The season of running away
Think of our previous meeting.
The season I spent with you
There will be many roads in the future.
Walk
The wound has also healed.
You will forget it one day.
What do you think about in the last spring?
Pick up the scattered sounds and weave the melody.
Even the missing fragments.
Because I always remember
If we can meet again, I will speak softly.
Attach a "thank you"
The sound of calling melts around you.
Out of reach, out of reach
At dawn, turn from east to west.
Live like this
Will you spend it like this?
What do you think about in the last spring?
Close your eyes and feel your favorite.
Even if we can't meet right away
No matter how many times, I will come.
Let me give you half my luggage.
I want to talk to you until morning.
The last spring made the first promise.
