4th Avenue Cafe
| kisetsu wa
odayaka ni owari wo tsugeta ne irodorareta kioku ni yosete sayonara ai wo kureta ano hito wa kono hitomi ni yurameite-ita [Instrumental] togirenai kimochi nante hajime kara shinjitenakatta utsuriyuku machinami ni torinokosareta mama yukiau ano hitobito ga ima wa tooku ni kanjirarete zawameki sae usurete wa tameiki ni kiete shimau kuuseki ni mitsumerareta taikutsu na kyuujitsu ni wa owaru koto naku anata ga nagare-tsudzukete-iru wakatte-ite mo kidzukanai furi shite oborete-ita yo itsudemo dareka no koto omotte'ru yokogao demo suteki datta kara kisetsu wa odayaka ni owari wo tsugeta ne irodorareta kioku ni yosete sayonara ai wo kureta ano hito wa kono hitomi ni yurameite-ita ato... dore kurai darou? soba ni... ite kureru no wa sou... omoi nagara toki wo kizande-ita yo [Guitar Solo] yosete wa kaeshite'ku... oh, nami no you ni kono kokoro wa sarawarete kyou mo machi wa ai mo kawarazu omoimegurase sorezore ni egaite-yuku Oh sayonara ai wo kureta ano hito wa tooi sora ni koikogarete kono hitomi ni yurameite-ita utsuriyuku machinami ni tameiki wa koboreta yo... |
The season
quietly told of an end, approaching a colorful memory. Goodbye, the one who gave me love always dances in these eyes. [Instrumental] From the beginning, I never believed in things such as feelings that never end, left behind as I was in the ever-changing streets. Those people I met by chance feel so far away now. The murmur of their voices fades, disappearing into sighs. I'm stared at by an empty seat on a slak holiday... because you keep wandering about endlessly. Even though I know, I pretend that I don't. I've always indulged myself in that. Because when you're thinking of someone, even her profile is wonderful. The season quietly told of an end, approaching a colorful memory. Goodbye, the one who gave me love always dances in these eyes. How much... longer, I wonder? Will you... be by my side? Yes... As I ponder, the time ticks away... [Guitar Solo] Advancing and receding... Oh, just like waves. This heart of mine is being swept away. Today, same as ever, the streets meditate, painting each respective one. Oh Goodbye, the one who gave me love desires for the distant sky, always dances in these eyes. The ever-changing streets were filled with sighs... |