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The sound of the waves is drowned out by everything that I spit out All of which was aimed at you When you hear it, you won't come back
I swat at my ears because I doubt your words All of which were aimed at me When I hear it, I pretend it doesn't reach me
The row of Gingko trees was swaying in the wind And me too, I have the same feeling My restless heart has been locked up And doesn't sway anymore, it seems
When I said goodbye, my heart was in pain When the Summers pass, Fall will hover about And alone, you'll look back at the photograph As the Winters pile up and the Springs scatter
Your toy just?
The row of Gingko trees was swaying in the wind And me too, I have the same feeling My restless heart has been locked up And doesn't sway anymore, it seems
When I said goodbye, my heart was in pain I jumped on the Toukaidou line and went straight through town And alone, you'll look back at the photograph When it comes out of the sea, the spring will have scattered
Do you remember the day that I said goodbye? Time will pass, and the days will flutter about The photographs have piled up, carving out the present And even if the color begins to fade...
Am I your toy just?