I've never been honest, so I can't tell you...
I've always felt relaxed next to you
It would be fine just to be there with you
My flowing hair is arranged for you a little
I wonder if I would be able to say it casually if I looked like her?
The lies you told were pretty, and moreover, always selfish
So I hid my fragile heart and just pretended to be strong
The lies I told were cunning, and surely hurt you
And moreover, I closed my eyes, even while realizing it
I am so weak...
I always have my hand on my heart
To hold in that one month we spent together
With pink hair ornaments like a growing iris
It's okay if you don't give me an answer, I know that it's useless
The lies you told were pretty, and moreover, always selfish
Your full smile makes my heart weak
The lies I told were cunning, and surely hurt you
I can't be selfish and honest, my heart creaks
My feelings are...
The things you gave me remained as scars on my body
If I return them to you, I can express it, just a little
the way my heart is now
(To the lying big brother)
The lies you told were pretty, and moreover, always selfish
My hidden but persistent feelings change into tears
The lies I told were cunning, and surely hurt you
And yet, your kind smile still envelops me for some reason
I'll express it and wipe away these tears