Kanon Nakagawa - Summer Boy

Artist: Nao Toyama (as Kanon Nakagawa)



chotto hadasamui
yuuyakezora nobiteiku kage
motto shiritaiyo
tsumetai suna hitorikiri

saafin sugata ni
kyun to shita natsu wa
kagerou nanka janaiyo ne
suiheisen ni toikake
tameiki

hadashi no kisetsu no naka
omoi wa mada zansho mitai desu
hadashi no ai ni furete
kokoro wa mada yaketeru no
akiiro no kaze ga
kogeta mune ni fuku
hirihiri shite koboreta namida wa
anata no sei yo
samaa boi

kitto aeruyo ne
hanashita te wa kuuki tsukanderu
zutto kienai no
yasashii koe nami no you

tooku kodama suru
senobi shita natsu
shinkirou janaiyo ne
suiheisen ni sakende
tameiki

hadashi no kisetsu no naka
omoi wa mada zansho mitai desu
hadashi no ai ni furete
kokoro wa mada yaketeru no
akiiro no kaze ga
kogeta mune ni fuku
hirihiri shite koboreta namida wa
anata no sei yo
samaa boi

hadashi no kisetsu no naka
omoi wa mada zansho mitai desu
hadashi no ai ni furete
kokoro wa mada yaketeru no

hadashi no kisetsu no naka
omoi wa mada zansho mitai desu
hadashi no ai ni furete
kokoro wa mada yaketeru no
akiiro no kaze ga
kogeta mune ni fuku
hirihiri shite koboreta namida wa
anata no sei yo
samaa boi

samaa boi
it gives me a bit of a chill
the shadows that grow in the sunset
i want to know more
all alone in the cold sand

when i saw you surfing
in the heart-throbbing summer
it isn’t a heat haze, right?
i ask to the horizon
and sigh

during the barefoot season
my thoughts are still like a summer haze
touched by a barefoot love
my heart still burns
the autumn-colored wind
blows at my burnt breast
these tingling overflowing tears
are your fault
summer boy

we’ll definitely be able to meet
my hand that let go is grasping at the air
it’ll never disappear
your kind voice like a wave

it echoes distantly
the stretched summer
it isn’t a mirage, right?
i shout to the horizon
and sigh

during the barefoot season
my thoughts are still like a summer haze
touched by a barefoot love
my heart still burns
the autumn-colored wind blows
at my burnt breast
these tingling overflowing tears
are your fault
summer boy

during the barefoot season
my thoughts are still like a summer haze
touched by a barefoot love
my heart still burns

during the barefoot season
my thoughts are still like a summer haze
touched by a barefoot love
my heart still burns
the autumn-colored wind blows
at my burnt breast
these tingling overflowing tears
are your fault
summer boy

summer boy

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