マゼンタ (Mazenta) – Magenta
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This sky
Has not always been blue
Did you know that?
The beautiful colors seen in the photos
Were all that were
Destroyed up till yesterday
This is already my loss
Words of happiness in a midday dream
Appearing, then disappearing
Falling days, playing house
These were all real, but
Now,
The continuation of the story then
Will not be spoken again
I’ll pass through the other side of the sky
And try to reach out for the last train
“I want to be gentle”
I used to think, but
The sky drifts far away
Even if I stay lost forever
Morning will still come
From now
Promises and their illusions
Just return to where they came from
Goodbye
I had nothing to begin with
I had forgotten even that
The things I could touch yesterday
Summer leaves me behind again
Magenta, the color of wishes and regret
Still remains
I’ll pass through the other side of the sky
And try to reach out for the last train
If the sound of cicadas will wake me
The sky drifts far
The things I could touch yesterday
Summer leaves me behind again
Magenta, the color of wishes and regret
Still remains
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