押し花懐かしみは思ひ出にひたる夕空
指折り数えていた 君に会う日を待つあの頃へ
空青き良き時代の中で 壊れた夢と
悲しきかな 果てしなき罪証 声は亡き一夜は春
夕刻に溺れ寒い頃に見た早咲きの
桜の下では彼女が立っていた 遠い昔話しだけど
あの頃は可憐でとても美しくでもどこか
悲しそうな顔 長い髪でほら隠した夕暮れの涙
忘れた四季葬さえこの場所は君と映す
才色刻に消えた儚き君とモノクロの傷
空青き良き時代の中で 壊れた夢と
罪深きは 垣間見た刻 悪徳が鳴く一夜の春
The Show Booth
夕魔暮れ映す寒い頃に見た君がまた
人に染められて 何も出来なくて涙ポロポロポロリ咲く
押し花懐かしみは思ひ出にひたる夕空
指折り数えていた 君に会う日を待つあの頃へ
夕暮れ照らす小屋の裏に咲く桜の下
今だけ 今だけでも袖で隠した傷跡消えて
空青き良き時代の中で 壊れた夢と
悲しきかな 果てしなき罪証 声は亡き一夜は春
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Oshibana natsukashimi wa omohide ni hitaru yūzora
Yubiori kazoeteita Kimi ni au hi o matsu ano koro e
Sora aoki yoki jidai no naka de Kowareta yume to
Kanashikikana Hateshinaki zaishō Koe wa naki ichiya wa haru
Yūkoku ni obore samui koro ni mita hayazaki no
Sakura no shita de wa kanojo ga tatteita Tooi mukashibanashi dakedo
Ano koro wa karen de totemo utsukushiku demo dokoka
Kanashisō na kao Nagai kami de hora kakushita yūgure no namida
Wasureta shikisō sae kono basho wa kimi to utsusu
Saishokukoku ni kieta hakanaki kimi to monokuro no kizu
Sora aoki yoki jidai no naka de Kowareta yume to
Tsumi fukaki wa Kaimamitakoku Akutoku ga naku ichiya no haru
The Show Booth
Yūmagure utsusu samui koro ni mita kimi ga mata
Hito ni somerarete Nanimo dekinakute namida poroporoporori saku
Oshibana natsukashimi wa omohide ni hitaru yūzora
Yubiori kazoeteita Kimi ni au hi o matsu ano koro e
Yūgure terasu koya no ura ni saku sakura no shita
Ima dake Ima dake demo sode de kakushita kizuato kiete
Sora aoki yoki jidai no naka de Kowareta yume to
Kanashikikana Hateshinaki zaishō Koe wa naki ichiya wa haru
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I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless. Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring.
One cold evening I saw her as she stood under the
Cherry blossom tree, with petals that bloomed too early. This story goes way back.
She was beautiful and pretty but there was something about her.
She had a very sad face. Her long hair hid her tears of late afternoon.
Through the forgotten seasons, this place still reminds me of her.
Time has made her disappear, and she was so delicate with her black and white scar.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
The sin is too deep to bear, as I hear the sound of darkness. Tonight it is spring.
The show booth
It was a cold late afternoon and I remember seeing her being colored by people.
She couldn't do anything but cry as her tears bloomed like the petals.
I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The late afternoon sky lights the shed. The cherry blossom tree grew in back of it.
And underneath the tree, she lies hiding her scar with the sleeve of her shirt hoping it would disappear just for that moment.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered. It brings sadness and sorrow.
The sin is endless. Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring
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