RuLu – 何時かの夏、君は綺麗だった。 歌詞 ( Lyrics)

natu wo san u semi tati no kensou ga kyou mo hu aiso ni na ri hibi ku
sema ku naxtu ta o kizari no heya no sumi de hitori toki no naga re wo si ru

o ri me ga tu i ta syuukan si hokori koumu xtu ta bouenkyou
otona ni naxtu ta syounen no matiga i saga si sa

ki e sou na koe ga komaku no oku de hibi i te maborosi no you ni nanzi ka no natu ga wara xtu ta
su ki too ru sora ga hitomi no oku de hazi keru you da kirei na kimi wo hito tu huta tu tagu ri yo se ta

hibi ki wata ru noizu ma ziri no tyaimu ni hui ni saigetu ga ma ki modo ru
kuzu reoti ta sabi si ki na basu tei to hakana ku te rasu yakoutyuu

modo re nai tte wa kaxtu teru demo te wo no base ba kae re sou de
huantei na omokage yo henzi wo okureyo

ase ban da hada ni ao i kaze ga hu ki nu ke te saso wa reru you ni yume no sukima wo oyo i da
suisou no umi ni u kan de iru kurage no you sa ito osiku te konomama ki e te mo ii ya

su gi sa xtu ta hibi ni hotaru no hi ga ya ki tu i te maborosi no you ni nanzi ka no natu ga wara xtu ta
hosi hu ru sora ga megu ru kisetu wo tuna gu you ni kirei na kimi wo hito tu huta tu tagu ri yo se ta

Today, the noise of cicadas praising summer is not harmonious.
Know the passage of a person's time in the corner across the narrow room.

A telescope full of creased weekly magazines and dust.
The wrong search of grown-up teenagers

The sound that is about to disappear echoes in the depths of the eardrum, as if it were an illusion, and the summer begins unconsciously.
The transparent sky seems to bounce in the depths of your eyes and pull one or two beautiful you over.

The years suddenly returned to the ringing noisy doorbell.
And the fireflies dreamily illuminated by the collapsed lonely bus stop.

I know I can't go back, but it seems that I can go back by reaching out my hand.
Unstable expression, write back to me.

The blue wind blows through the sweaty skin and swims in the gap of dreams like being invited.
As lovely as the sea and moon floating on the sea in the sink, can it just disappear?

In the past days, the fire of fireflies was burning, like an illusion, and I smiled unconsciously in summer.
Just like the season that connects the sky with the falling stars, it pulls one or two beautiful you over.