Yasashii Kioku

by the narrow schoolyard fence
what was the name of that blooming flower again?
everyone's clueless, so I looked it up
it was tucked away in my plant encyclopedia

I think forgetting is pretty convenient
like someone from my past
just vanished into thin air

gentle memories are just a fleeting thing
won't hurt me more than this
sadness is just a misunderstanding
I just believed what people told me
it's fine if things stay as they are

in the summer classroom, under the sunlight
I always stole glances at you by the window
couldn't say a word, then autumn came
and soon the flowers in my heart wilted too

I guess the reason I don't remember
is because it’s too sad
I hate who I was back then

somewhere, my true memories are hazy
protected by a bittersweet beer
what does truth even matter anyway?
people tend to judge the past
the future is always there to be taken lightly

gentle memories are just a fleeting thing
won't hurt me more than this
there are important things that if I look back on
I only remember for a brief moment
I know that things that don’t matter are nowhere to be found.