運命の糸
薄紅の淡い色の約束
風の音の中に幽か 解れて今途切れた
乾いてる唇にそっと触れて
貴方から貰ったあの温もり 捜してる
このまま時を 止めておけたなら
二人は離れずに
桜の花 舞う季節に 私だけが 泣いてる
あの頃の 貴方はもう 微笑んではくれない
真実は 嘘に塗れ 手繰れど 見えない
小指を噛み締める 傷みはあの指切り
悲しみと手を繋いだ憎しみ
愛しさが環を紡いだ糸が
私を苦しめている
桜の花 舞う季節に 私だけが 泣いてる
あの頃の 貴方はもう 微笑んではくれない
真実は 嘘に塗れ 手繰れど 見えない
小指を噛み締める 傷みはあの指切り
薄紅の淡い色の約束
風の音の中に幽か 解れて今途切れた
乾いてる唇にそっと触れて
貴方から貰ったあの温もり 捜してる
このまま時を 止めておけたなら
二人は離れずに
桜の花 舞う季節に 私だけが 泣いてる
あの頃の 貴方はもう 微笑んではくれない
真実は 嘘に塗れ 手繰れど 見えない
小指を噛み締める 傷みはあの指切り
悲しみと手を繋いだ憎しみ
愛しさが環を紡いだ糸が
私を苦しめている
桜の花 舞う季節に 私だけが 泣いてる
あの頃の 貴方はもう 微笑んではくれない
真実は 嘘に塗れ 手繰れど 見えない
小指を噛み締める 傷みはあの指切り
The Thread of Fate
Promises of a light crimson, fleeting colour
Come untied faintly in the sound of the wind, and are now interrupted
I'm searching for the warmth I received from you
When I touched your dry lips
If I could stop time as it is now
The two of us wouldn't part
In the season of dancing cherry blossoms, only I cry
The you of that time won't smile for me anymore
The truth is stained with lies, it reels them in unseen
The pain biting into our little fingers is that pinky promise
Hatred that joined hands with sorrow
And the string that spun loveliness into a ring
They torment me
In the season of dancing cherry blossoms, only I cry
The you of that time won't smile for me anymore
The truth is stained with lies, it reels them in unseen
The pain biting into our little fingers is that pinky promise
Promises of a light crimson, fleeting colour
Come untied faintly in the sound of the wind, and are now interrupted
I'm searching for the warmth I received from you
When I touched your dry lips
If I could stop time as it is now
The two of us wouldn't part
In the season of dancing cherry blossoms, only I cry
The you of that time won't smile for me anymore
The truth is stained with lies, it reels them in unseen
The pain biting into our little fingers is that pinky promise
Hatred that joined hands with sorrow
And the string that spun loveliness into a ring
They torment me
In the season of dancing cherry blossoms, only I cry
The you of that time won't smile for me anymore
The truth is stained with lies, it reels them in unseen
The pain biting into our little fingers is that pinky promise