When the ice became ashamed from the little blue sky, I looked into a pouting face. I still got surprised when I glanced into your eyes. Hey, what are you doing right now?
Is it enough? Or am I too late? I’m really still not whimsy somewhat.
“Sorry†somehow became so difficult to say from then on. The grassy midsummer is going to melt.
“Sorryâ€. Two people somehow became so perplexed from then on. I want to say it, but I can’t. Though it hurts whenever you’re with me. Sorry, for being me.
Approaching you is like going to be separated from you. I make a sigh softly vanish into a soda. Promises were always jokes on me. My heart is crushed with plaster.
Is it enough? Or am I too late? I’m really still putting on a strong pretense.
“Sorry†somehow became so difficult to say from then on. The grassy midsummer is calling.
“Sorryâ€. Two people somehow became so perplexed from then on. I want to say it, but I can’t. Though whenever I wanted to smile Sorry, for being me.
All that is left in the sandy beach Is a trail of footsteps. To yesterday’s me, If we’ll meet again, there’s no doubt about it.
“Stupid.â€
“Sorry†somehow became so difficult to say from then on. The grassy midsummer is not melting…
“Sorryâ€. Whenever you smile, the world is somehow reborn from a change. If the grassy midsummer would drain up.
“Sorryâ€. Why did it somehow became so difficult to say? I want to say it, but I can’t. Hey, I want to make you smile, though. Wait for me, I will make you smile.