Home Made Kazoku

Faded pictures are on my wall
They're scenes from the graduation ceremony
I miss those faces in the pictures, that look to be having fun
I don't normally see them very often
So I wonder, is everyone doing alright, somewhere?
Let's have a class reunion sometime
And there, let's talk about all kinds of things that we haven't in awhile
It will be like those days are back again
Riding on the train, every day, every day
The fun good old days, going back from school
We're both busy, but sometime
I'd like to see you, you're my friend...

We passed time together, though it was short
Those days that we walked together are treasures to me
The smell of new leaves, the faces of my friends
Float in the window of what I learned when I was young

By the window in the corner of the classroom, in the afternoon
Spacing out, my mind is somewhere else during the teacher's scolding
Staring outside, the sand flutters above the ground
"I'm only going to be with these guys for a little while longer..."
I twirl my pen as I rest my chin on my hands
Meeting my classmates created a bond between us
Look, someone's joking around and laughing again
We won't be outdone by those idiots
This sort of a normal, everyday thing
Is something that I'll look at in an album, and miss one day
Ah, the window of what I learned, days of youth
Pictures of a young you

We passed time together, though it was short
Those days that we walked together are treasures to me
The smell of new leaves, the faces of my friends
Float in the window of what I learned when I was young

We began to walk down our individual roads
At graduation, that's far-off now
I send a yell out to my friends, trying their best
When I close my eyes, I can see that day in front of me
The stores that we ran to from the school building, after school was over
That game center that we got together at, for no real reason
Are you doing alright? What are you guys doing?
I'm still following my dreams

Where are my friends now
That I spent time with, and shared the same space with?
Scattered, and disjointed
We've grown apart now
If we're going to meet again, we can come back soon
Just like back then
I want to make flowers bloom in fairy tales
I sing, facing my friends
Certainly they should be listening to it, from wherever they are

We passed time together, though it was short
Those days that we walked together are treasures to me
The smell of new leaves, the faces of my friends
Float in the window of what I learned when I was young

We passed time together, though it was short
Those days that we walked together are treasures to me
The smell of new leaves, the faces of my friends
Float in the window of what I learned when I was young

When we meet up, it will soon go back to the way it was
Just like back then...

We'll meet again on eday, and with the enthusiasm of those days
We'll have no worries
We won't act grown up, and we'll get excited like idiots
Let's talk all night, you're my best friend