The gently crossing wind is kind to this would-be cut up heart
The twilight always covers and melts our grasping hands.
So strange...they don't match...our smiling faces now.
It's more like looking into a mirror.
This isn't sad...it's alright.
Hidden in this nonchalant greeting is a thank you.
Sayonara bye bye, please stay well
Catch this cut-off distinction from me.
Until just a little before now, we couldn't have spoken about the future with any seriousness (honesty).
To the extent that these unripened thoughts increased, you'd become nicer.
Though, just now, that seems to have soured.
This isn't sad, I'll be going about now.
You mistake this greeting for a joke and look back.
Sayonara bye bye, please stay well.
If there're just two postcards a year, I'll catch them.
Surely...someday. SOMEDAY, we'll be able to meet again.
It's okay...if you don't return them...it's okay...the CDs and Blues' harp.
It's not sad...don't be sad.
Don't make a face like this was a surprise attack.
Sayonara bye bye, please stay well
When one of us can say congratulations, let's try to meet again.
This isn't sad...it's alright.
Hidden in this nonchalant greeting is a thank you.
Sayonara bye bye, please stay well
Catch this cut-off distinction from me.
Sayonara bye bye, please stay well.
If there're just two postcards a year, I'll catch them.
Sayonara bye bye, please stay well
Catch this cut-off distinction from me.