On our usual way home, you suddenly start speaking less
Even though it’s just a little, it makes me uneasy
You’re slightly ahead and to the side, in the afternoon’s dappled sunlight
I’m only looking at you
I don’t wanna miss your all
Not even a blink
Every little thing you do
I want to believe this season is irreplaceable
You’re just a dream to me
I want to be by your side, laughing
Just that, and the world turns colorful once more
It’s a cliché love song
In the passing time, my heart remains in March
I feel uneasy, still not quite grown up
Beyond the classroom window, in the afternoon’s dappled sunlight
I’m still looking at you
Everyday I miss your all
Even just a sigh
Ever since I’ve Known you
I’ve been at a standstill
For no reason, I chased after airplane contrails in the sky
It’s still a dream to me
I want to burn it into my eyes
The hand I almost touched
Wrapped around and changed the world countless times
March of Time
Looking up at the overly blue sky, I counted the too-short times of childhood
This bus stop, where you’re no longer here, remains as it was that day
You’re just a dream to me
I want to be by your side, laughing
Just that, and the world turns colorful once more
A love song that will never fade