濡れた風に白い腕ふらりソーダの香りあの娘は纏ってふわり
ふらり
桃の色の並木道裂いて自転車は鉛色と焦り
アセリ
スカートひるがえしあの娘は小走りで濡れた花びらが肌に張りついて
水溜りにぽちゃりと白い春の通る道何かのキーホルダー揺れて白い春が揺れる風
揺れる風濡れる風触れる風
陽光切り返しあの娘は俯いて濡れた肌の上滑ってく花の雨
水溜りにぽちゃりと白い春の通る道何かのキーホルダー揺れて白い春が水溜りにぽちゃりと白い春の通る道何かのキーホルダー揺れて白い春が揺れる風
揺れる風濡れる風触れる風
White arms swaying gently in the wet windShe's lightly clad in the scent of soda
Swaying gently
Dividing the peach-colored tree-lined streetsThe bicycles are livid1 and impatient
Impatient
She trots along, skirt wavingThe wet petals cling to her skin
She makes her way through the white spring, splashing in the puddlesHer keychain is swaying, and the white spring is swaying in the wind
The swaying windThe wet windThe tangible wind
She looks downward to block the sunlightA rain of flowers slips on her wet skin
She makes her way through the white spring, splashing in the puddlesHer keychain is swaying, and the white spring...She makes her way through the white spring, splashing in the puddlesHer keychain is swaying, and the white spring is swaying in the wind
The swaying windThe wet windThe tangible wind