Aitsu No Brown Shoes

His forgotten brown shoes
Even though it's Sunday, he can't go anywhere
In the corner of the porch covered in dust
Somehow looking very pitiful

His trampled brown shoes
I really understand that feeling, it's him
He's so fickle, it's irritating
He goes and doesn't come back

Even these old shoes
Will shine beautifully if polished
Love too, if not polished
It's just simple love, but he doesn't understand

Shooshooing, rolling up sleeves
Shooshooing, wiping off the shoe marks
Shooshooing, brushing them
Shooshooing, sparkling

Very large brown shoes
Familiar footsteps
Still waiting

Memories walking in brown shoes
Extinguishing cigarettes with the right toe
Skipping a step on the stairs
Always frolicking everywhere

After spending so much time
Even the ash seems to fit in
Love too, if not continued
It's just simple love, the time to notice
He doesn't understand

Shooshooing, rolling up sleeves
Shooshooing, wiping off the shoe marks
Shooshooing, brushing them
Shooshooing, sparkling

Very large brown shoes
Familiar footsteps
Still waiting

My and your brown shoes
My and your brown shoes