In the center of a certain world,
I whispered that I should be alone,
Bent the clock’s hands,
And closed my eyes.
I can’t bring back the time that has passed,
But you taught me that day that
“It’s okay”
And the seasons kept turning around, and you were there. It’s a miracle,
Even the clock that was once broken starts to work.
It’s such a helpless piece of junk now,
But it’s strange. I feel like I can change it.
Your voice
Is still here.
It’s a delusion of grandeur
That I can’t lose to anyone.
My palms are covered in scars.
The loneliness overflowing from the palm of my hand.
I can’t bring back the time that’s passed,
So I’ll repaint it one second at a time.
With that smile
I’ll never forget. Even if the seasons are rewound.
Even if you forget about today.
Even though it’s still a small piece of junk,
In my heart. As long as I have the carved memories,
The needle will move slowly and
I won’t run away anymore,
Stand by you…. ah…
I can’t turn back the accelerating time,
but I’ll repaint it moment by moment
Don’t forget those tears.
Even if the seasons are rewound
We’re still connected,
And even though we’re all so helpless now,
It’s strange. I feel like we’ll meet again because
Your voice
Will be here forever