Marmalade
On the first Sunday I came to this town,Even though there was no reason, my heart was pounding and I opened the windowI could see the far-off arch of a dazzling rainbowIt was like it was beckoning me
A cute bicycle and this sweet afternoon,On the hilly road, my heart raced faster and fasterThe moment I saw you standing in the shade of a tree,I felt a new breeze
My prediction of a miraculous meeting... suddenlyIt feels like my pounding heart is going to fly off at any minute
The words for these feelingsAren't found... can't be foundI can't say anything, butNow I want to... watch you like this
On the way back home alone, I always looked up
Everyday has been so colorful... since that dayI want to deliver these overflowing feelings to you
I wonder if we can meet again...?I want to see you again and I look for youIt's like I don't want it to be over with only one meetingI search for you
These feelings of unrequited loveI can't convey them... I can't completely convey themNo matter how long I look,You aren't found... can't be found
And yet, on the way back home, I was a little bit happy