The collar on my school uniform is much tighter than usual. The last bells are ringing loud and my memories of the hallways are changing. But the weight of the bag I hold in my right hand isn't. (changing)
It's the season when the cherry blossoms dance. Those memories with you, they flutter about under the blue sky. Yhat last smile of yours remains even now. I still don't want to say goodbye for good.
Hello goodbye Hello goodbye bye bye
Those notes the two of us wrote back then on the quite walls of the classroom, they've become hard to read. I tried to softly trace them with my fingers.
Sha la la, a storm of flowers right in the center of the breeze. I've called out your name so many times. I know that we can never return here again, but we'll meet again, so let's go.
Even as we go far away, all alone in Tokyo, there's that present from you, that matching friendship bracelet. That wish will definitely come true - that wish that links us. It still hasn't been broken. I want to believe in it.
It's the season when the cherry blossoms dance. Those memories of you will dance around forever under the blue sky. A new door is opening for our dreams. We'll still go on together from here.