Hey, will you ever come someday?
Beyond the door where no one stands,
I want to fly away with
that fallen leaf hanging from the corner of the wall.
Your scent sways in the wind—
the gentle smell of summer in Tokyo.
I just wanted you to say, 'Wait for me a little.'
But maybe you'd say, 'You know how I feel, don't you? '
In the cracks of night,
the dream I whispered
doesn't have to reach anyone.
An invisible kindness
gently falls and wraps us softly.
Hey, will I forget someday?
This pain in my heart when I think of you.
Even if time quietly unravels,
something red overflows from the wounds I hurt.
They say that color is gold,
but no—it's a silvery hue tinged with yellow.
I remember the little things we talked about,
even the silent conversations in the time we didn't speak.
In the cracks of night,
a sudden little sneeze
feels like you're badmouthing me.
I've become your allergy.
These untouchable feelings
wander through the air,
and somehow return to me again.
You're surely in the arms of some monster now.
Just the thought of it makes my head feel like it's splitting.
But it's okay.
It's okay.
Because I can love you just as you are.
In the cracks of night,
the dream I whispered
doesn't have to reach anyone.
An invisible kindness
gently falls,
and softly wraps us again.
missing