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 |
Kanon Nakagawa - Summer Boy
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