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When you flick away the ice in the small blue sky
I look into your sullen face
By myself i ignored it and averted my eyes
Hey, what are you doing right now
Can we still meet? Or is it too late?
Actually it's not just that I'm whimsical
I wonder when the words "I'm sorry" became so difficult
The midsummer grass is melting
"I'm sorry" I wonder when it became this confusing for the both of us
I want to say it, but I can't
You know I just want to make you laugh
Just wait you see, I'll make you laugh
I'm sorry, myself.
I'm sorry, myself.