As you chased after a soccer ball, my eyes chased after you,
but it was too late then, as I played with my forelocks...
When you shouted "Morning!", I replied to it casually;
though I pretended otherwise, my ears started burning...
Alone with you in the twilight classroom,
there's no need for romance novels or girls manga...
Out of a romance novel, out of a girls manga... I noticed that as you chased a soccer ball, my eyes would chase you. Even a simple "morning" would make my ears burn red. I didn't quite understand why, but... Those pleasant feelings warmed my heart like the sunset.
My heart starts beating fast, and somehow, I'm ready to cry;
I'm getting dizzy with a fever;
soon enough, now...!
I LOVE YOU and
I LIKE YOU,
they mix together
to melt,
to melt
Bright fluorescent
romance cells;
why do they
keep trembling?
I NEED YOU and
I WANT YOU
come pouring out,
it hurts,
it hurts
A richly-colored
pure love reaction;
I want a smooch
and a hug...
You chasing after a soccer ball is what I'm searching to see,
but I don't even hear your voice,
But I don't even hear your voice
because you're gone now...
Because... you're gone now.
Though once a young girl, someday I'll grow up,
holding onto these words I never told you...
Though once a young girl, someday even I'll grow up,
and remember those words I didn't say then...
Alone with myself in the twilight classroom,
and neither romance novels nor girls manga answer me...
What would the girl in a romance novel call this? What would the girl in a girls manga do now? I can't seem to figure out an answer. The sensation of being lost works to make a mess of my head.
I can't breathe at all, yet the tears still don't spill;
I stumble, getting more lost;
soon enough, now...
Soon enough... soon, now...
I LOVE YOU and I LIKE YOU...
They're smiling...
I LOVE YOU and
I LIKE YOU,
they mix together
to melt,
to melt
Bright fluorescent
romance cells;
why do they
keep trembling?
I NEED YOU and
I WANT YOU
come pouring out,
it hurts,
it hurts
A richly-colored
pure love reaction;
I want a smooch
and a hug...
Though once a young girl, someday I'll grow up,
holding onto these words I never told you...
Though once a young girl, someday even I'll grow up,
and remember those words I didn't say then: