Lying prone in the shade of the trees dancing in the wind, crying
Looking at the unknown self
Guitar played for the lost
Meteors fall because of those who do not return
don't leave me
Even if I beg like this
Just in exchange for the quiet swaying of orange petals
The memories left in the palms of young faces
Already gone away
Fingertips play the melody of farewell
The young heart that relies on your gentle wings
Being ruthlessly thrown away by the whistling wheels
The guitar plays the sighs of the deceased
Playing with the heartstrings and unable to calm down,
The shadow of summer with swaying orange petals is reflected on the pure whiteness unstained by sadness.
Even if the face is no longer childish,
You can also cross the beach dyed red by the sunset
parting melody
On the land where memories are burned out,
The buds of nostalgia are sprouting out of the ground
Watching the train at dawn
Where are the orange petals swaying now?
Before the dawn that has been welcomed countless times comes again
Don't put out the light in your hands
Wheel, spin it
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