I head toward the station as always.
The summer sun lights up the city.
The afterimage brushing against my daily life
Comes to mind again and again.
The magnolias fall. I’m watching them.
Light shines. Time stops.
Spring ends. I notice,
Along the furrowed path to my base.
I tell just one lie,
I hate you
I tell just one lie to you,
I hate you
I hate you
On the furrowed path where we held hands,
I hate you
As if I was back there again, saying to you,
I hate you
I hate you
The magnolias fall. I’m watching them.
Light shines. Time stops.
Spring ends. I notice,
Along the furrowed path to my base.
I tell just one lie,
I hate you
I tell just one lie to you,
I hate you
I hate you
On the furrowed path where we held hands,
I hate you
As if I was back there again, saying to you,
I hate you
I hate you