natsu no nioi
o wasureru you na
aki no kehai ni tsutsumareru yoru
eki no hoomu de kyou wa owakare
futari kaidan noboru temae de
kotoba wa utsumuite gikochinai “oyasumi”
tsutaekirenu kokoro o mata okizari ni
saishuu densha ga kuru made no ato suuhunkan
“tsuki ga konya wa kirei ne” to yuuki no nai serifu
owaru kisetsu o nagame
“suki” to ienu watashi
nandemo hanaseru tsukiai dakara
kawari kowareru koto o osoreru
me no mae no shanai ni norikonde “sayonara”
shimaru tobira garasu koshimiseru egao
saishuu densha ga ugokidashi kyou mo mata
“kore de yokatta” to hitorigoto kuchi ni shinai
serifu
sawaru binetsu o osae
tsuki to hashirinagara tsunoru omoi no mama “suki”
to ienu watashi
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On a night enveloped in the presence of autumn that seems to make you forget the smells of summer Today was farewell at the station platform before we both went up the stairs
The words were an awkward “Good night” while looking down Yet again abandoning my heart which hasn’t conveyed its feelings
Still a few minutes until the last train comes “The moon is pretty tonight, isn’t it?” I say – a line of no courage As I watch the season draw to a close, I can’t say “I love you”
Because we’re the kind of friends who can talk about anything I’m afraid that will change and break
I board the train car in front of me, saying “goodbye” The door closes and you smile at me through the glass
The last train starts to move, and again today I tell myself “That was good,” the line I don’t speak Suppressing the slight fever I feel While running with the moon, as I gather my thoughts, I can’t say “I love you”
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