Where Our Blue Is

The season of blue that seems to continue forever
There is nothing blocking the four lined up in front of us
The asphalt reflects the cicada drizzle
The silence called you can no longer be heard

These days are fading
Even if I know the scent of you different from me
At the bottom of eternity that I left behind

Even now, blue lives
Even now, blue lives
No matter what prayers or words
Couldn't reach, couldn't get close
Like a quiet love
Like the summer color that runs down the cheeks
The words cursing you are still in the depths of my throat

We'll meet again, right? A voice that doesn't become a voice

In the afternoon, the season of jisuberifu
We think back to the portraits of us who were still nobody
We should have been able to share everything
Little by little since that day
The curse of me different from you is growing

Regretting overlooking
The sorrow behind your smile

To you who bloom as transient flowers and fall
Goodbye

Even now, blue lives
Even now, blue lives
No matter what prayers or words
Couldn't reach, couldn't get close
Like a quiet love
Like the summer color that runs down the cheeks
The words cursing you are still in the depths of my throat

We'll meet again, right? A voice that doesn't become a voice

Like the grains of stars in the expanding galaxy
Spilling through the gaps between fingers