In the dim room where you once were
The ticking of the second hand
If it’s going to come to this, then from the beginning
I should have hurt you with words I didn’t even believe
Don’t say “I’m sorry”
I don’t need “Thank you” either
Even if it’s a lie, smile and reveal the truth
I believe in such fleeting wishes
Your warmth and the scent of tobacco
Gradually fading away like magic
Even though I still like you, even though I love you
I don’t want to hear “Be happy”
“When did you stop loving me?”
I know you hate being asked such things
Even the usual convenience store
Feels distant and long when alone
The world that saved me became colorful
Embraced delicately, gentler than anyone
What could I leave behind for you?
Since falling in love
Movies and bands I like
Everything is in your colors
I can’t bring myself to dislike them
Your warmth and the scent of tobacco
Gradually fading away like magic
Because I still like you, because I love you
I don’t want to say “Be happy”