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Lyrics: America

Music: Yu Takahashi

Sing it: you also use coupons to buy peppers.

Stop-and-go along the way, pursuing the traces of juvenile wandering.

Before I stepped out of the station, I hesitated.

This feeling of being close at hand makes me laugh, which is inevitable.

And the weather in Nagano is still so warm.

The wind blows the past, and I first met this world, so I wandered.

Looking at the horizon seems to be in front of me, I am willing to go through fire and water again.

Now I walk through this world and wander around.

Open the different faces of the years and burst into your smile.

I used to be unable to extricate myself from the world and addicted to talking in my sleep.

Really true, not entangled, not afraid of jokes.

I turned my youth into her, and I also played the summer at my fingertips.

Move your heart and let go.

Go against the light and let the wind and rain hit you.

A short stop-and-go, but also a little distance.

I don't know if it's a story or a mood.

Maybe what you are looking forward to is a race against time.

See you again and smile sweetly in the cool morning light.

Long, long ago, I met this world for the first time, so I wandered around.

Looking at the horizon seems to be in front of me, I am willing to go through fire and water again.

Now I walk through this world and wander around.

Open the different faces of the years and burst into your smile.

I used to be unable to extricate myself from the world and addicted to talking in my sleep.

Not true or false, not entangled, not afraid of jokes.

I turned my youth into her, and I also played the summer at my fingertips.

Move your heart and let go.

The evening breeze blows up the white hair between your temples and soothes the scars left by memories.

In your eyes, light and shadow are intertwined, and a smile gives birth to flowers.

Twilight covers your stumbling steps and walks into the paintings hidden by the bed.

You in the photo, talk with your head down.

I'm still lamenting the size of the world and indulging in childhood love stories.

No truth, no struggle, no jokes.

I finally returned my youth to her, along with the summer when my fingertips bounced.

When the heart moves, it goes with the wind.

In the name of love, are you still willing?