The time had already come. I could already refer to it as “that time”
It faded from my mind without me noticing. Oh, Time, how you’ve come to visit
Recklessly, I write, then discard my tidings to you
“How are you doing?” That’s all I can write in the end
As I grow tired of looking at these days, why do I always think of the past?
Why is it so vivid, making me want to go back?
It brings back memories. That’s true
The pages we filled with those days begin to flutter
I’m so ashamed. Why?
With the answer still evading us, spring comes back around
If we undo each other’s buttons
Freedom and inconvenience cross paths
We label it as a mistake, burying it down
Nothing but the kind of words you’d find in a letter
Reflected in the trembling window
I’m now the same age you were back then
I wonder what we would have done if it was the other way around
Even though I can never see you again
I want to forget. Why?
I trace the last few remaining pages
Though it makes me feel lonely. That’s true
The half-baked adult within me gives a wry smile
Why is it we can become the thing we least wish to be?
Especially when we’re this close to it
I place my reddish-brown hair over my heavy heart
So as not to wake you sleeping next to me
What do you want to do?
He’s the same age as me
Well, I wish you all the best
It’s not like that, don’t end things here
It’s just like back then, huh?
It’s funny, isn’t it?
All the things I said to you that day…
Don’t forgive me. Why not?
Please don’t let me get over it
It brings back memories. Ah
The pages we filled with those days begin to flutter
I’m so ashamed. Why?
All that’s left is your final postscript
“Before it becomes a memory…”
“So not a single thing is lost…”
I’m always thinking of you
Even if I get lost again someday
Even if I’m lost?
The coming of spring