The endless season of blue
Four eyes aligned with nothing obstructing their view
The asphalt reflecting the cicadas singing
Makes the silence of you inaudible

These days will fade away
Even though I’ve come to know the scent of you being different from mine
In the depths of an eternity left behind

Even now the blue lives
Even now the blue is clear
Any prayer, any word
Could bring us closer, but they couldn’t reach you
Just like a silent love
In the summery colors along my cheeks,
The words to curse you have been stuck in the back of my throat

“We’ll meet again, right?” in an unvoiced voice

In the late afternoon, the season of damp wind
A time to reminisce、a portrait of us who were nobody yet
No matter what, we could have shared it
Little by little, since that day
The curse of me being different from you is growing bigger

The sorrow behind your smile
I failed to notice it、with all my regret

To you, a flower that blooms but falls without bearing fruit
I say goodbye

Even now the blue lives
Even now the blue is clear
Any prayer, any word
Could bring us closer, but they couldn’t reach you
Just like a silent love
In the summery colors along my cheeks,
The words to curse you have been stuck in the back of my throat

“We’ll meet again, right?” in an unvoiced voice

Like star grains in an infinitely expanding galaxy
Spilling through the gaps between my fingers

In the season of blue that seemed to go on forever
Nothing obstructed the view of the four lined eyes
The asphalt ground was echoing the chorus of cicadas
It prevented me from hearing the silence of you

Those days faded away
Even after I got to know the smell of you, different from mine
In the depths of eternity that left behind

Our blue still lives
Our blue is still clear
No prayer or word could ever reach you
No matter how close they could get to you
In such a color as if it were a silent love
Or as if it were a summer rolling down a cheek
I’ve got a curse word for you stuck in the back of my throat

It is the unvoiced voice that says “We’ll see each other again, won’t we?”

In the season of damp winds, in the late afternoon
I think of the image of us who were still nobody
We could have shared everything
Little by little since that day
The curse of me being different from you grew thicker

The sorrow behind your smile
All the way I’ve regretted missing it

To you, who bloomed and fell away as a fruitless flower
Farewell

Our blue still lives
Our blue is still clear
No prayer or word could ever reach you
No matter how close they could get to you
In such a color as if it were a silent love
Or as if it were a summer rolling down a cheek
I’ve got a curse word for you stuck in the back of my throat

It is the unvoiced voice that says “We’ll see each other again, won’t we?”

Like star grains in an infinitely expanding galaxy
Spilling through the gaps between my fingers