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My heart was like it burst into flame, feeling the ring of the bell I wanted to stay watching that phone which never rang When I turn the street corner, all of a sudden I remember the shades of midsummer, the movie we often watched together and those days * The midsummer sun, the season that coincides with my memories taken away by the wind, never to reach you again I look at you crying, just watching you as if its second nature, unable to do anything. The unfamiliar scent... Is that because of that guy? You acted as if you don’t notice me Already five years have come and gone, are you happy with him? Running into each other in Teramachi, why does my heart ache? * The cold sun, changes to a new color I can’t hide my scars, colored in a new season Hurting, hurting each other, people hide their wounds but I’ll try to get over mine, show them The wounds will become pretty flowers The important things are “_____“, my memories...
