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Today too the weather is good. Earth's unchanging rotational axis after hundreds of millions of years.
The pursuer of the orange sun which is shining and rises, raising their body temperature.
In the palm lies a red marble, in the future
Only a little, only a little I want to talk about it, but only that.
The remains of a sandal taptap
For how long have I been walking?
When did it return from that spot?
The same road is nothing but spinning around
Thrilled by slipping through with a stance, baby
How long have I been walking?
If I return to that place I'll become lonely
Does looking at this kind of me make you giggle?
Good grief.
Where are you?
One more time, one more time,
please let us somehow meet again
Because you still leave too quickly nostalgia, nostalgia
One more time, one more time,
even just one minute out of thousands and hundreds of minutes is fine,
Just stop making that expressionless face with sunset scarecrow
Venus, sky's countenance,
Illuminating the street to return home, a guiding scarecrow
My disease is 「a bottomless amount of old memories」
I stopped looking behind and looked ahead
Doing activities with no merits with these searching eyes of mine, from early morning to late at night; a never ending trip
Washed away in a spiral tired of going in circles, leaving behind bitter memories in this scenery
I grab onto time's sleeve, my piled up confessions turn into a glowing red voice
Only a little bit, only a little bit, I want to talk but only that.
Forgetting the remains of a sandal.
A sunset recalling the old days, waving bye bye to that ground level
A deep indigo sky falls down swiftly, sparkling fragments float on the night curtain
A sunset recalling the old days; so I don't drop it, I'll put it away and keep it safe
So I don't lose it, I'll put it away and keep it safe,
I clench that left hand, nostalgia
One more time, one more time please let us somehow meet again.
Because you still leave too quickly; nostalgia, nostalgia
One more time, one more time,
even just one minute out of thousands and hundreds of minutes is fine
Just stop making that expressionless face with sunset scarecrow
One more time, one more time.
Those mallows in the sun almost looking up
Counting all of their dropped seeds; nostalgia, nostalgia
One more time, one more time,
Because I don't need things like promises
I'm fine with going out and meeting you- a classical memory from sometime and somewhere.