tsukiyo ni sotto saita hanabira ga mau
kirei na kako no you ni chitteyuku
mou modorenai ne ano hi ni
demo dakara kirei nanda
koukai ni furueru yoru ha ima dake de
tsumetai kaze ni f**are dashimeatta ne
wasureyou to s***a kizu ga hiraiteta
mou nagasenai ne namida ha
arukanakya ikenain da
kogoenagara mo koko kara hanarenakya ikenai
yoru ga akeru yo, asa ha kirai na no ni
kono te ni ha mada dekiru koto ga aru no ka na?
yoru ga akeru yo, mado ga akaru sugiru
doa wo akeyou, kaeru basho nante iranai...
mou nagasenai ne namida ha
tomattecha ikenain da
obienagara mo koko kara
hanarenakya ikenai Aa
yoru ga akeru yo, asa ha kirai na no ni
kono te ni ha mada nanika wo kaerareru no ka na?
yoru ga akeru yo, mado akaru sugiru
doa wo akeyou, kaeru basho nante iranai...
tsukiyo ni sotto saita hanabira ga mau
kirei na kako no you ni chitteyuku
tsukiyo ni sotto saita hanabira ga mau
hanareta mirai he to kieteyuku
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the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
there's no going back to how it was then,
but, that's what makes it beautiful
these nights spent trembling with regret,
are only for now.
we held each other in the cold wind
the wounds we'd tried to forget opened
can't shed anymore tears
have to move on
even as I'm frozen to the spot,
I've got to leave here.
the night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if there's anything left these hands can do?
the night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to
I can't shed anymore tears
I mustn't stop
even as I'm taken by fear,
I've got to leave here.
The night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if my hands are capable making change?
The night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and vanish to the future behind me.
kirei na kako no you ni chitteyuku
mou modorenai ne ano hi ni
demo dakara kirei nanda
koukai ni furueru yoru ha ima dake de
tsumetai kaze ni f**are dashimeatta ne
wasureyou to s***a kizu ga hiraiteta
mou nagasenai ne namida ha
arukanakya ikenain da
kogoenagara mo koko kara hanarenakya ikenai
yoru ga akeru yo, asa ha kirai na no ni
kono te ni ha mada dekiru koto ga aru no ka na?
yoru ga akeru yo, mado ga akaru sugiru
doa wo akeyou, kaeru basho nante iranai...
mou nagasenai ne namida ha
tomattecha ikenain da
obienagara mo koko kara
hanarenakya ikenai Aa
yoru ga akeru yo, asa ha kirai na no ni
kono te ni ha mada nanika wo kaerareru no ka na?
yoru ga akeru yo, mado akaru sugiru
doa wo akeyou, kaeru basho nante iranai...
tsukiyo ni sotto saita hanabira ga mau
kirei na kako no you ni chitteyuku
tsukiyo ni sotto saita hanabira ga mau
hanareta mirai he to kieteyuku
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the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
there's no going back to how it was then,
but, that's what makes it beautiful
these nights spent trembling with regret,
are only for now.
we held each other in the cold wind
the wounds we'd tried to forget opened
can't shed anymore tears
have to move on
even as I'm frozen to the spot,
I've got to leave here.
the night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if there's anything left these hands can do?
the night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to
I can't shed anymore tears
I mustn't stop
even as I'm taken by fear,
I've got to leave here.
The night is coming to an end, eventhough I despise the morning
I wonder if my hands are capable making change?
The night is coming to an end, the window is too bright
I'll open the door, I don't need anywhere to go home to.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and will scatter as a beautiful past does.
the petals of flowers that softly blossomed on a moonlit night
fill the air and vanish to the future behind me.