A nostalgic breeze that touched
The hopeful season
Is a garden that's like wearing the air you breathe
Smelling the sharp morning sunlight,
The girl who doesn't know love—her memories are threads
Once tied tight, they can never be undone
"I see you like animals"
"I don't like people"
I don't want to become an adult, I just want freedom
Touch recklessly, and a bit of blood runs down
That was surely the shape of your heart
I spin my web, spin my web
The color of connections aren't anything I can touch
There's not any kind of dramatic plot there
I spin my lies, spin my lies[1]
Like the wish of "let's stay friends"
Or my future that has been ground to bits
The mayudama[2] that spreads its roots with all its might, waiting for the snow to thaw
Was a warm sense of love, innocent of its spirit's whereabouts
A nostalgic breeze that touched
The hopeful season
Stroked the edge of your sentimental eyelash
Listening to the sharp morning sunlight,
The girl who discovered love—her words are but lies
Once broken, they can never be undone
"I see you like to draw"
"It's just that I can't read"
I don't want to know everything, I'm just scared of ignorance
Touch recklessly, and a bit of blood runs down
That is surely the shape of your heart
I go on ahead, just keep spinning
The color of connections fall out of my hand,
Trace a dramatic plot, and become a fabric
I spin my lies, spin my lies
Like the wish of "please, promise to find me"
Or my knapsack[3] that has grown heavy with tears
The mayudama that dreamed of setting flight, waiting for the snow to thaw
Surely felt the wind on the palm of its outstretched hand
I hope we can meet again somewhere
Forgive me if I don't remember
I didn't say my wish
Out loud
A nostalgic breeze that touched
The hopeful season
Is a garden that's like wearing the air you breathe
Smelling the sharp morning sunlight,
The girl who doesn't know love—her memories are threads
Once tied tight, they can never be undone
"I see you like animals"
"I don't like people"
I don't want to become an adult, I just want freedom
Touch recklessly, and a bit of blood runs down
That was surely the shape of your heart
I spin my web, spin my web
The color of connections aren't anything I can touch
There's not any kind of dramatic plot there
I spin my lies, spin my lies[1]
Like the wish of "let's stay friends"
Or my future that has been ground to bits
The mayudama[2] that spreads its roots with all its might, waiting for the snow to thaw
Was a warm sense of love, innocent of its spirit's whereabouts
A nostalgic breeze that touched
The hopeful season
Stroked the edge of your sentimental eyelash
Listening to the sharp morning sunlight,
The girl who discovered love—her words are but lies
Once broken, they can never be undone
"I see you like to draw"
"It's just that I can't read"
I don't want to know everything, I'm just scared of ignorance
Touch recklessly, and a bit of blood runs down
That is surely the shape of your heart
I go on ahead, just keep spinning
The color of connections fall out of my hand,
Trace a dramatic plot, and become a fabric
I spin my lies, spin my lies
Like the wish of "please, promise to find me"
Or my knapsack[3] that has grown heavy with tears
The mayudama that dreamed of setting flight, waiting for the snow to thaw
Surely felt the wind on the palm of its outstretched hand
またどこかで会えたらいいね
思い出せなくても許してね
お願いは 言葉で
言わなかった
I hope we can meet again somewhere
Forgive me if I don't remember
I didn't say my wish
Out loud
[1] It’s notable that the phrase "to spin a web" literally translates to "to throw up thread" (糸を吐く), and the act of lying is "to throw up lies" (嘘を吐く). [2] "A New Year's decoration, of a bamboo twig hung with cocoon‐shaped cakes and talismans against evil." (https://ejje.weblio.jp/content/繭玉). Written as "cocoon-ball". [3] Backpack. for the americans
2023/10/23 Transferred to Neocities
2022/08/01 Published to LT
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