Odoriko
Sona
Dancer
Without finding an answer, I can never live
Behind the bus stop, it's a love that's stuck
I want to go somewhere, where the apple blossoms bloom
If it's a warm place, I'll go anywhere
I fell in love with you just on tiptoes
Looking at the southern-facing window, the spinning dizzy aftermath
Like scattering photos, my heart gets confused
Because it's a love hidden by a screen
Just exchanging worn-out lines, our days continue
Like children running up a steep hill
Almost collapsing, we ran together
I fell in love with myself just on tiptoes
A dancer twirling on a narrow stage
Loving and not loving, while changing words
Only the love of tactics becomes invisible
Just on tiptoes, we fell in love
A dancer twirling on a narrow stage
Being too young, that alone is the answer
Holding back tears, the love of tiptoes