WhiteLine
Hey, I said wait, those last footprints wereA mirage, almost forgotten memories pull cherry blossoms off the treesMy happy memories from last year should have been right thereThe corridors we ran through after school, graffiti on the chalkboardsBursting with silly conversations, we goofed around
I want to erase itI want to lock it awayEveryone's got their own pastKeeping it hidden and living onThe chime rings out againThe sign of the start, a bit nostalgicI wanted to listen more. Bittersweet memories, now I'll wait for a new cultureOn the teachers desk is an unused attendance record, covered in dew
Ah, I can answer thisRed light, homework, doing it, wishingAnd they all become thoughts...
The cherry blossom tree I can see from the windowMemories reflected in the falling petalsSearching for the boundary line I pull the white lineBecause it's safe from here onI'm always thinking of self-protectionThoughts, burdens of heavy baggagePain, that stinging gaze I'd hoped for beating down upon meMarble-like days that won't come backThey're missed, transparentFragile as glass, beautiful and breakableNostalgic thoughts that grow without vanishingSlowly, each unhurriedThe disappeared and forgotten words "I'm sorry"