LM.C

You're forgetting that the sadness piled up on your shoulders is held in the hand of a shooting star

These days that seem like they're infinitely looping, can be reset with a single sigh
"Right, face left" is a roundabout way, but that's fine
The wind must be blowing against me in order to make a noise that flys through the gaps between buildings
So that I can't hear you

The illusions that burn your heart are the story that connects the stars painted in the night sky
You're forgetting that the sadness piled up on your shoulders is held in the hand of a shooting star

I didn't need a reason on that day; If I'm not allowed to forget about
The radiance that I traced along with my finger even in my sleep, that's fine
That rain must be not stopping stopping in order to make you bite my lip
So that no one will notice those flowing tears

The illusions that burn your heart are the story that connects the stars painted in the night sky
You're forgetting that the sadness piled up on your shoulders is held in the hand of a shooting star

I don't know the name of that star, or your name; But I can see it shining from here quite well
Stopping the tears, dreaming, having them come true
Just anyone can't do those things, you have to

The illusions that burn your heart are the story that connects the stars painted in the night sky
You won't forget about the flower that was blooming on your detour
It's alright to walk on, carrying the traces of tears and scars with you