My face reflected in the window, the hazy world hidden by my bangs
Peel back your blue-tinged face, the smell of lightly falling flowers
The only things that haven’t changed in this game of life are my login history,
Me and that’s about it
It was finished, I’d forgotten what it was like yesterday
Expired pudding,
I’ve played so many games with you, but now they’re boring
You won’t wait for me, you’re always overtaking me
And I’m not even at the starting line yet
Wait, I can’t abandon this feeling yet,
What about my spring?
Completely broken like an MD recorder, the memories of a life gone by,
The stickers of embarrassing titles falling off,
The unfinished business of watering the windflowers you grew,
And all the little things you said you would do
I lost it, I don’t remember the colors of the sunrise
Like this beautifully blooming flower,
The avenue we would walk is also bleak
You’re not going to wait for me, like the complete idiot you are
I’m not even at the starting line yet
Wait, I can’t abandon this feeling yet,
What about my spring?
You won’t wait for me, you’re always overtaking me
I’m not strong enough to play games yet
I’d like to say that I’m lonely and alone,
What about your spring?
Your spring is… My spring is… motionless