Anohana

Every page is filled with our feelings
Why can't I fill the empty space of the classroom?
The bookmark is stuck
Your place is a deserted bicycle

Let's go to the place where we piled up forgotten bricks
Climbing up the hill overlooking the sea
Scared, dark, under the blue sky
With my right hand in my pocket, my left hand always searching for you

That's how now, without closing my eyes
Even though we're right there
Wishing we could meet again
It seems like something's wrong