Period

that was real love
it felt like I was dreaming
so I searched for a perfect ending
that no one would envy, so it wouldn’t turn into a sad song

in the crowd on Sakura Street
we were watching a zombie drama together
my pistol is now a deep blue
I can’t even protect myself

ah, I still hold your hand
not forgetting the warmth and kindness

now, in the spring storm
I want the strength to walk alone
even if I kick the blue sky away
I want to be your last love
if I were a brave warrior like that
we would have been eternal, right?

like me reflected in the mirror
I stared at your double
they said we looked good together
I was relaxed and carefree

but now, the selfish you is gone
I can’t hear your laughter or your scolding

to keep from searching for you
to avoid those pathetic dreams
to not recall any memories
so I could forget even forgetting

I cut my hair short and rented a room
I threw away every trace of you

in the spring storm
it feels like I might disappear now
even if this planet breaks someday
we laughed, saying we’d be fine together
I’m tangled in the wires, standing tall

like a red balloon
just waiting for a bleak future
like petals dancing in the starry sky
I wanted to end it properly
hit me and hold me tight
just like that, stick to me
shoot!