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

いつものように駅へ向かう
春の日差し街を照らす
日常に触れる残像
何度だって思い出せる

コブシが散る　それを見てる
光照らす　時が止まる
春が終わる　それに気付く
基地へ続く畦道で

僕はひとつだけ嘘をつく
I hate you
君にひとつだけ嘘をつく
I hate you
I hate you
手を繋いだ畦道で
I hate you
あの日の僕が君に告げる
I hate you
I hate you

コブシが散る　それを見てる
光照らす　時が止まる
春が終わる　それに気付く
基地へ続く畦道で

僕はひとつだけ嘘をつく
I hate you
君にひとつだけ嘘をつく
I hate you
I hate you
手を繋いだ畦道で
I hate you
あの日の僕が君に触れる
I hate you
I hate you