A bustling, colorful festival;
I worked up the courage to invite you here
Am I just not used to wearing a yukata?
Because my face is burning up...
What should I do...?
Summer's End,
Love's Beginning
I feel like a sparkler;
thanks to all those tense moments,
I'm nervous to the point of bursting -
these feelings make me hurt...
It feels like we're about to touch,
our fingertips annoyingly so close, yet so far...
What should I do...?
I wonder, since then,
just how much closer I've gotten to you...
I don't know,
I still don't know how you feel...
So we're just passing time...
The fireworks launch brightly, and we glance at each other;
"Aren't they pretty?", you laugh,
with the smile I long for...
The fireworks colored my love-struck eyes,
and I finally wished upon them:
I want us to get so much closer.
Am I making good conversation?
Is he enjoying himself?
There's darkness and silence between each burst...
It makes me nervous, and I get self-conscious,
I almost feel like I'm going to cry,
and my words get stuck;
What should I do...?
Even if I can't tell you,
I almost wonder if it could just stay this way...
But I know, even as you smile,
you're bothered by something, aren't you?
The final firework flies, and it's over all too soon
Just as you wave goodbye,
I already miss and long for you...
When you're there,
the feelings don't stop coming;
I was unsure, but I know,
I know I really want to tell you.
All the days we've spent have been wonderful in themselves,
but I soon noticed, I didn't want it to stay at this - it started to hurt.
My chest is building up with emotion,
so I want to bring you closer,
I want to feel you...
A bright firework abruptly launches -
"Hold on a second!"
You turned around toward me in surprise...
At summer's end, a love was set into motion.
Summing my thoughts into a single sentence,
I need to tell you now.
I've always, always...
loved you.
Scop
Mogelatte
And, of course, you sweetly smiled back...
Summer's End, Love's Beginning