"Be by the side"
I "watch only me, and freeze", and "hug" it
Were you still by the side when you could say words what?

Furthermore, I cannot help informing it that it is "an enthusiast" now…I do not arrive…It is not touched…Only thought lives, and carve…

What kind of expression should I do?
In days to shed it…There is not you

Only my time stops and still waits for you…

Even this room it which was narrow which there should have been with two people was satisfied
A sofa I spill tears, and to sit down on alone
Though I always joined…

The hand which came loose remembers it; though is dim, why is your warmth…? Were not you able to notice it?
Want to "meet"; is what too selfish?

It still blooms vividly with having still stayed here…Two photographs

Only my time stops and still waits for you…

Two days…Do you still learn it?
I was able to be always hurt now if I thought…Did you know nothing?
However, you…

I drain tears…Painful love
Even to such oneself
I want to send it now…I love it
The breathing is not possible, too…

The first photograph without dying…A gesture of moment you of that day to come out bashfully…The habit that you make better…
I miss you and pat it…?
I shed tears…

With it being said
Commonly…Too free days
The days when there was not even regret…I am worthless

The thread under the strain was cut
I "was tired"…"
It "is already good"…"
This 1 degree life I am me, a servant for me

Delete both this and it entirely
If I go with thinking…
All want both this and that
If I go with praying…

The thread under the strain was cut
I "was tired"…"" is already good…This life I of 1 degree "am me, a servant for me

Delete both this and it entirely
If I go with thinking…
All want both this and that
If I go as I pray…

As for the many parting…
I shed it as such
Spread tears in the degree…I wipe it in a degree…

Did you long for strength?
Do not you "cry anymore?" Is "poor at words even if I say? ?
Will you join by a hand?
I want to hug all…Are not you yet enough a little now?
Do show a smile in days to lay thick?

Because, as for the voice that you who shook grieve, all are dear…I am ashamed and cannot say…?
You like it…

I ran after freedom…
I turned eyes away so as to be ashamed…Is there the happiness only there?
It was felt for the first time…But with you whom I join by a hand, and the days of the kite can yearn for happily…
Am I here all the time?
Do not have it alone without doing tears zero

Take me vain without shutting it
Even if I stream down tears cheeks
Because I wipe it
Do you go nowhere?

Surely, in addition, it comes in and throws away an umbrella, and light snuggles up to wind two people shaken and blooms for you…Eternally…

Distantly…I sharpen it
The mobile phone which does not sound
What does your memorized melody still worry about?
I cover it and am good? I am sad…

I am piled up and seem to be broken…
Quietness…The scar that I left…

It pierces a chest…
These tears to give to you
Because I am too tender…
The flower which bloomed in the rain which it does not stop falling

I am piled up and seem to be broken…

You…Do not disappear

Hey, did you notice it?
I did the call many times…I yearn for you very very…Therefore.
The town is still dressed up by light like paradise and.
A smile. The people who joined by a hand…

Is annoyed; do come to hate it?
I never cry and.
You seem to be sorry,
"A daughter" Because I am similar and surely become it…

Do not you cry anymore?
The dripping wet sky, it is surely fine.
Hey…Are you stupid? I become sad.
Your fool...

Is annoyed; do come to hate it?
I never cry and.
You seem to be sorry,
"A daughter" Because I am similar and surely become it…

Do not you forget it? True the thought that does not stop; want to "meet"…Two people who smile every day with you who tie up a "chest.

Do not you cry anymore?
The dripping wet sky, it is surely fine.
Hey…Are you stupid? I become sad.
Your fool

At the parting moment when I do not disappear…Do not move; "believed" it
The lie lies down how, too? …Does I'm sorry?
I do not arrive anymore…Mami do not "forget" it…Was a "crybaby over? …Are you too dirty?

I lose it and cannot notice it whether it is mustard?
Such oneself is not necessary anymore, and is it still only me who still love you?…?

I join, and it was in such days when I huddle up and laugh with a smile, and why is a shoulder when when I notice it? Is not your smile to move to eyes to me now?…?

Tears came and did believe a lie?
This thought surely reaches you as well as me; and surely…To be able to start it again…

In one room, do the tears already died, too?
"Is lonely"; cannot words arrive how?
I cannot be pleased with your smile obediently and cannot still wipe tears…

When this "is unfair", it is asked last because I wait for your return all the time though I think that it is said…Because it is good to be only 1, forgive me who am selfish…

It "is noodles" Are you happy for you now?
In fact, do I understand it?
"Good-bye"…Say "; not able sad thought

I sing the wish that failed…

The last promise that I mentioned
Surely does it come true sometime?
It is how still impossible to forget it because I yearn…

I want to come back in those days…
When be by the side?
Seem to become ordinary; is ... on that day

I did not know it that tears were more severe in wiping tears than spilling it…
In anything? Heart aches…

As for you who were by the side when look back, the face left to the eyes like an illusion is still lapse of memory all the time as that time; be; ...

I cannot have what good strength to still wipe with not seeming to have shed tears
Please…Miserable I

It is almost good…I let there be it in you, and it does not need to be feelings called the lover…Please…As need
It may be long…Therefore already…
Do not go…Because I pray…
Because it is almost good…
It is ... for unrequited love

I am no use with me? Am I whom I sleep though I do not listen, and is what coward ashamed?
All the time…Do you continue yearning?

I let me be at the moment when it is necessary at the moment when I shed tears because any kind of moment is good and…It is your reason, but is good…

I cannot have what good strength to still wipe with not seeming to have shed tears
Please…Miserable I

It is almost good…I let there be it in you, and it does not need to be feelings called the lover…Please…As need
It may be long…Therefore already…
Do not go…Because I pray…
Because it is almost good…
In single thought…

A figure of ideal to the future when I drew it in those days cries cool
I feel awkward
But…Do you arrive?

To you.
I am by the side and join by a hand all the time and will sometimes do crumpled tears?
Do you feel awkward?
I "like" it Be what ashamed
To you.
I am by the side and join by a hand all the time and will sometimes become two smiles?
You may feel awkward.
Than such me.

You shed tears. Without being afraid, it is just just good…Do believe me by oneself?

There is not it, and an illustration of ideal to the future when I drew it in those days looks bad cool…Do you arrive?

Be by more side.
And more tightly!
There will be it with two people.
To the future

To you.
I am by the side and join by a hand all the time and will sometimes do crumpled tears?
Do you feel awkward?
I "like" it Be what ashamed
To you.
I am by the side and join by a hand all the time and will sometimes become two smiles?
You may feel awkward.
Than such me.

In the days of the past to cherish
I project the present figure
Can be dyed in days in the future
I did a hesitation decoration

Because nothing changes, I walk separately until now

In the rail where a hesitation for the future and the uneasiness lead to tomorrow though "good-bye" which it originated here, and told it

Days to arrive in the sky when I am free without it being tied up for a past to be able to surely flap
Because I was going to step forward all the time

I "sleep well", and it is the fifth again
Even as for when to see again
I remote each
Because I do not forget it

Because nothing changes, I walk separately as before

As for "the good-bye" that originated here, and told as for the hesitation for the future and the uneasiness
In a rail connected tomorrow

Days to arrive in the sky when I am free without it being tied up for a past to be able to surely flap
On a rail leading to a dream
To from this which I promise like oneself, and I do not see

Is it some bluff? Did you act grown-up?
After all are you lonely?

In the rail where a hesitation for the future and the uneasiness lead to tomorrow though "good-bye" which it originated here, and told it

Days to arrive in the sky when I am free without it being tied up for a past to be able to surely flap
On a rail leading to a dream
To from this which I promise like oneself, and I do not see