Under the leftover rain of the summer, I ran to the station seeing your back in front of me. In my short-sleeved school uniform, I chased after you, and the pools of water on my eyelashes begin to shine.
All the kind ones in the world knew that color, But the world didn't know about that time...
Welcome home. In your memories When you want to cry, when you want to meet, I'm right here. Welcome home. We are protected by What we dreamed of, what we loved, even to this day.
As I released my hair, I imitated that girl I saw in the movies. When I washed my face with cold water, all the sadness flowed away.
Everything I drew above the sky is now falling down before my eyes. I can truly feel both the weight and the form of it.
Welcome home. In your memories You know that both looking back and changing are not weakness. Welcome home. I know, you say And without saying a thing, without hearing a thing, I softly embrace you.
Welcome home. In your memories When you want to cry, when you want to meet, I'm right by your side. Welcome home. Notice it. To live is to forget, so the present is always sparkling the most.