I locked these precious, precious feelings deep inside.
But that hurts, hurts, and I become pained.
I make little feelings bigger on purpose
As you hugged someone else.
And so, the weak me hurts someone again.
In the treasure box, there is only one of my feelings inside.
I can't find the key to open the box when you're not here.
Kind and warm things have to be 100%, or they get cold.
That's what my heart said when I realized I had loved people.
The boundary line of friendship and love
Is one I mistakenly saw as a lonely journey
I thought if I became stronger, I wouldn't hurt people, but...
The treasure box isn't able to leave alone someone who is wandering and crying.
You become faraway, so I drench everything in rain.
If I close my eyelids, then it really is right there in the center of my heart.
Even though I know that, I can't simply figure it out.
In the treasure box, there is only one of my feelings inside.
I can't find the key to open the box when you're not here.
There is only one treasure box inside of my heart, and so
I've shed a lot of tears, but I think the fact that I was loved is precious.