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| Japan | English |
|---|---|
| Sakura saku koro omou yo
Modoru koto no nai yawarakana yoake Itsuka kizutsuketamitai ni Kizutsukeba raku ni nareru to omotteta Mimi ni somita kinou no koe ga ruupu shite Yurari omoide ni nando mo Oborechaisou da Kirai bakkari motteita Nani wo mata egaiteta? Guruguru omotte nandome no Yowasa wakatte Mogaite mata naitatte Mada genkai nanka janai yo Mienai mukou he Sakura saku koro omou yo Nido to furenai yawarakana yoake Gozen rokuji no gakkou de Furuete gikochinaku tsunaida te to te Fuku ni somita kinou no nioi ga ruupu shite Kurari omoide wo nando mo Oikakeru youna Kirai bakkari motteita Nani wo mata egaiteta? Guruguru omotte nandome no Yowasa wakatte Mogaite mata naitatte Mada genkai nanka janai yo Ashita no mukou he Nakushite kowashite Ironna koto wakattetta Kotoshi mo sakura yurete Kasundeku youna omoi ha kaze ni tokashite Kirai bakkari motteita Nani wo mata egaiteta? Guruguru omotte nandome no Yowasa wakatte Mogaite mata naitatte Mada genkai nanka janai yo Mukou no mirai he | A smooth dawn that it will never return
I think it's when cherry trees bloom I thought how it pleasant it would be noticing one day that you seemed hurt The voice that yesterday it filled my ears is doing a loop it is as if I get drown in memories swayed so many times What have I drawn again when I was just holding hate? I know that thinking about it over and over it is a weakness Fighting and crying again is not the limit yet we cannot see what's beyond A gentle dawn that I won't touch again I think it's when cherry trees bloom In the school at 6:00 a.m. holding awkward, shaking hands The scent that yesterday it stuck to my clothes is doing a loop it is as if I were chasing memories consumed so many times What have I drawn again when I was just holding hate? I know that thinking about it over and over it is a weakness Fighting and crying again is not the limit yet we cannot see what's beyond I did understand so many things by losing or breaking them This year cherry trees also will shake and they will fade in the wind, like grown hazy memories What have I drawn again when I was just holding hate? I know that thinking about it over and over it is a weakness Fighting and crying again is not the limit yet but going beyond, to the future |