Leaving the things I want to forget to drift helplessly in the wind,
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I fall over with grief, while the image of you in your yukata blurs away.
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The flowers in our once held hands have split into many pieces,
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as they painfully remind me of the stupid arguments we have had.
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The sunflowers turn in accordance with the clouds in the sky's crevice.
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Like fireworks, you disappear as soon as the flower petals have scattered.
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Making a long sigh, I have hung these words to my mouth:
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"It's no good... It must be a lie... It has to be a dream..."
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Welcome to the summer days! You may have lost your summer's painting,
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but let's repaint anew the sunshower that has peeled from the canvas.
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The mimosa grass droops their leaves lazily at the height of the summer's night.
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When the scent of your hair was dancing, I, without coming into contact with you,
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was foolishly trying to bluff. Now, I am gradually being overtaken by time.
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Your smile...is disappearing...and growing hazy...
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But still, these are the summer days, not so different from the springtime.
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Look, beyond the door is a sunny-side room, with you in it.
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Welcome to the summer days! This time, without running away,
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let's knock on the door, and then a sunshower will return!
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