*A plan that cross the blue sky,
you're always chasing the clouds, ne?
I'm not close but here I wish
for our days together to not disappear
A Sunflower grows towards the sky,
I wonder if I can fly to you*
In the return road the little hand that always held mine
was a stupid thing but your face was innocently happy.
At that time, "hate" was a word that didn't existe in my heart
that was only an inexpert love but
it has always deeply involved me.
The early summer's scent the Sunflower evoked
go through the seashore.
In the dusty sunlight,
near the great sea, the memories floated
towards the side of the sea we looked together.
I wonder if I can smell the scent of that day.
I can't sleep easily with all this things I want to say
the park where I just hung around too started to change color.
In the changeless return road my left hand misses something
Even iff this sadness will triumph
here I am now.
In the land where this memories seem to reach the sky,
where we promised to meet again,
the street I'm looking down alone gets dark,
I watch you frame by frame.