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時間坂 Lyrics

kaze ni tsukamareba sekai no hate made sakamichi no mukou k**o ga nagareteku

hitori o shiru kara nijinda binetsu karappo no te ni, hagureta kioku
kagerou yurete hakuchumu kimi no kaori ga tadayotte
furimui tara kotaeawase kinou ni wa mou modorenai yo

kanashii uso o tsuite tatte michiteru koto ga kowakutte
zawameite ita yugure to ne, onaji iro ni naru yo

toi mono wa kirei

nakushita keshiki o egake tara ii na sore wa hisoyaka ni wasurete yuku kara

kisetsu ga saru nara shizuka ni nakou tsugi no peji wa, mada mekurenai

machi kutabirete kageboshi boku no kokoro to kasanatte
yobina sae motanai mono ni sukoshi zutsu kawatte ku yo

karamawari de aruite tatte wakareta michi ni tomadotte
tokei no hari guruguru to ne, doko e tsurete yuku no

dare demo nakunaru, sono mae ni kimi to
nani ka yakusoku o, sureba yokatta ne

kagerou yureta hakuchumu kimi no kaori ga tadayotte
furimui tara kotaeawase kinou ni wa mo modorenai yo
kanashii uso o tsuite tatte michiteru koto ga kowakutte
zawameite ita yugure to ne, onaji iro ni naru yo

toi mono wa kirei

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if wind catches it, the clouds runs beyond the hill road till the end of the world

running fever as you know solitude lost memory in your empty hands

ephemerally shaking daydream your scent hangs in the air
you turned away forming a reply we can no longer return to yesterday

making up a sorrowful lie that you are afraid of maturing matters
that it will become the same shade as the rustling evening
distant objects are beautiful

it will be nice to paint a lost scenery as you will quietly forget it eventually

if the season passes, silently cry the next page has not turned yet

silhouette tired of waiting our hearts overlap
something as worthless as a given name changing little by little

walking fruitlessly perplexed at a diverging path
the clock hands spins round and round, hey, where are you leading me to

everyone will eventually die, before that
let's make a pact, that will be nice

ephemerally shaking daydream your scent hangs in the air
you turned away forming a reply we can no longer return to yesterday

making up a sorrowful lie that you are afraid of maturing matters
that it will become the same shade as the rustling evening

distant objects are beautiful
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