As white shirts sway against a blinding sky,
They bring back memories of you.
My bangs were long, but I’ve cut them now.
It took a lot of courage.
I wonder if you’ve finally gotten taller.
Every day, I look forward to the next time I’ll see you.
I heard blue letters are harder to forget,
So I’ll write with blue ink.
There are things I’ve almost forgotten…
If you happen to remember them, how magical it would be.
When you jumped that fence, yelling out loud,
Could it be that your goodbye was blue too?
I don’t know if this letter will reach you.
I might not even be trying to send it.
Whenever I lose my nerve, I imagine
My cell phone would ring and you’d be waving from outside the window.
As if we were on an adventure.
A late summer comes to this city.
Seasons that you don’t know, piling up.
While at the edge of my desk is an unforgettable blue.
I don’t know if this letter will reach you.
I might not even be trying to send it.
It’s really no good. It’s not coming together well.
But I can’t stop myself from writing
Now that I’ve realized my true feelings.
I wanna fly out of here!
I wanna fly over these obstacles and go to see you!
I imagine we’re on your bike, with the cool breeze surrounding us.
I’d feel I could go anywhere, leaning against your back.
As if we were on an adventure.
As white shirts sway against a blinding sky,
They bring back memories of you.
I’ve grown used to my shorter bangs now.
I’ll write to you again sometime.