[Prince of Tennis] A Kindred Soul

Time lets feelings settle, little by little, and brings changes we never noticed.

Where exactly should the line between lovers and confidants be drawn?

If a fourth kind of feeling like this really exists in the world,

then how much suspense can a letter left unopened hold?

Platonic confidants, our hearts in sync: you understand my worries, and I understand your secret words.

Platonic confidants, our secret: you are special, and always in my heart.

(Even if there is no tomorrow, no happy ending)

I won't forget (and I can't let go)

No one can take your place.

Whether we meet or not, I've slowly grown used to it, and to all the longing left unspoken.

How I wish this feeling could freeze in an instant when I close my eyes.

Keep it chilled and fresh without an expiration date, and let it thaw in the next century.

How should I face this day, when you ask me so directly?

Platonic confidants, fate brought us together. Whether this is ambiguous or clear, its mystery is hard to unravel.

Platonic confidants, our secret:

Every moving memory is about you.

This love cannot be replaced.

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