I know.
If you knock on the door of my heart,
the you that only looks hazy in my eyes
I have to send away.
Memories can't
catch up with those fast clock hands and fade away.
So when I recognize you for the last time, I'll try to smile.
I turned away, not wanting to become ash in that approaching light.
Our color wasn't perfect, but
it was a beautiful film.
This time right now
"first love"seems to be named by that name.
Us, who loved that star and moon.
The sky filled like that is
without even lifting a fingerI think it's a beautiful Milky Way, as if it were breaking apart.
To the sound of a heart that bloomed between the nights we stayed in.
I’m tracing the stars in the night sky, drawing you.
So this time right now
"first love"seems to be erased by that name.
