Grapefruit
| nan ni mo suru koto
ga mitsu karanai nichiyoubi sora ga te manekishite yonderu kara jitensha sasotta kinou to nani mo kawaranai machi itsumo to onaji kado magatte demo ne yappari tarinai n da kimi no iro dake ga senro no mukou no chiisana TONNERU keyaki no kouen JUUSU to boshita kissaten yuuhi ga KIREI na saka darake no machi kimi ga inai machi omoide dake ga sokora juu de watashi ni warai kakeru kumo kara nukedashite machi o tsutsumu ORENJI iro anmari terasu kara namida no ato hazu kashiku natta kyuu na sakamichi o tachi kogishite gyutto me o tsubette norikitta semete tada ichido dake demo sunao ni naretara BUREEKI kakezu ni kudatteiku saka shin kokyuu shitara ORENJI iro to yubikiri ne atomodori shinai mou tsuyogaranai tsugi no asa made ni HONTOU no egao torimodosu kara ashita wa hare ni shite ne nee itsuka kimi ga kowa shichatta PEN zutto suterarenai de iru n da yappari yan nacchau kurai kimi ga SUKI dakara BUREEKI kakezu ni kudatteiku saka shin kokyuu shitara ORENJI iro to yubikiri ne mou ichido aetara dokoka de aetara HONTOU no egao de HONTOU no kimochi tsutaeru kara mata yuuki o wakete ne kitto |
No matter what I do, I can’t find Sunday Because the sky is beckoning and calling to me, my bicycle looked inviting In the town where nothing is different from yesterday Where I’m always turning the same corner But you know Just your colors aren’t enough after all Following the train tracks A small tunnel, a public park Juice spilled at the coffee lounge The setting sun is lovely A city full of nothing but hills A city without you Only memories are everywhere throughout this place So I begin to smile The city is covered in the orange color slipping away from the clouds. It isn’t really shining because as expected, after the tears it became nothing I move up a steep hill road I shut my eyes tight and kept riding At least If it’s only the one time Why not become passive? I let up the brakes And start down the hill If I take a deep breath... The color orange and a pinky promise Can’t go back I won’t pretend anymore By the next morning, I’ll get back my true smiling face, because tomorrow we’ll have clear weather, won’t we? Hey, someday the pens that you break won’t always be abandoned After all That’s kind of how it is I like you, so... I let up the brakes And start down the hill If I take a deep breath... The color orange and a pinky promise If I could see you one more time... If I could see you anywhere... Because with my true smile I’ll tell you my true feelings There’s also different kinds of courage, right? Surely... |
Romanization credit: Sailor Bacon
Translation credit: Fontina Blu Cent (edited heavily by me)
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