8th June

Forever before one's eyes notwithstandingYou would like to sing, chase letters with your fingers
I'm nothing
Instead of yours, right

You often wished to become good
Necessities aren't needed
I'm one of them, right
The you of that time were awfully dazzling.
Cried so often

And couldn't do anything else but hate myself
You shine as if you were the sun, stretching shadows
Forever binding.
You were pulling my hand, right

You wished it would be your end, yet it certainly wasn't
From that day, you appeared in the front of me
Everything seemed different then
I chase your retreating figure

Possibly repeating myself
I notice the lamenting fatigue in the withering voice
The lips singing a song reach you in the same empty sky
This time I
will guard someone for something, watching for that withering voice, exhausted you and the farewell

Sometime under your supervision
Incidentally struggling to laugh
In order to sing one needs pride
Then, take care.