The blueness that I wrote in my open notebook
Searched for you as the last bell rang

Clumsy and vague, a tone that can’t be written down
Was locked away in my heart

How shall I put into words
These memories traced by the fingers that touched you?
Inside a dream, my heart is simply touched
Might I even start to forget
The fact that I was born all alone?

There’s something missing in the familiar scenery
I looked up at the night sky and all I saw was the unreliable moonlight

I felt like crying, so I threw away my half-written diary
Will I be able to say the words tomorrow?

A pale butterfly landed softly on my finger
Where will it fly to at this late hour?
Like lights kept alive in this deep darkness
We were each born all alone
We’re actually all the same, aren’t we?

Which words can I use to sing
The memories that I decorated with your sound?
Will the tenderness that I trace with my fingers
Someday turn into someone else’s love?
Inside a dream, my heart is simply touched
Might I even start to forget
The fact that I was born all alone?

We’re all the same

開いたノートに綴った青さは
終わりのチャイムに　君の背中を探してた

不器用で曖昧な　譜面にできない音色
胸に閉じ込めた

触れた指でなぞった思い出は
どの言葉で歌にできるかな？
ただ夢の中で絆されたまま
生まれたときはひとりぼっちだったこと
忘れがちになるのかな？

見慣れた景色に何かが足りない
見上げた夜空に　頼りない月明りだけ

泣きそうで投げ出した　書きかけのままの日記
明日は言えるかな？

ふわり　指にとまった淡い蝶
この夜更けにどこへ飛ぶのかな？
この深い闇に灯されたまま
生まれたときはひとりぼっちだったよと
みんな　同じなんだよね

君の音で飾った思い出は
どの言葉で歌にできるかな？
この指でなぞった優しさが
いつ誰かの愛に変わるかな？
ただ夢の中で絆されたまま
生まれたときはひとりぼっちだったこと
忘れがちになるんだね

同じなんだよね