Kobukuro

Waiting for the traffic light to change, shopping bags dangilng from our hands
The dinner recipe that you secretly chose for me
As I'm passed by a bicycle in the evening
The brick road alongside the outer garden is dyed red

I've been silent for a little while, and you seem in an ill humor
But it's different than that; the melody that is nestled close to you is lined up
Above the power lines, dangling from them as if they were staff paper

We can capture a million films, but we can't capture our memories
It would be nice if we could burn the image of the two of us into the future
If you were to cut off the moments that I'm with you
A few love songs are always born, as though overflowing

I innocently looked at your old photo album
The last page of it bulges in my pocket

I'm not jealous right now, right? I supress this bad feeling; when I pull it out
The googly eyes you would randomly make holding onto his arm
My heart was very much wrapped in sadness

When we fight, our hearts are torn
In order to tie a new knot once again
If the tears soaked in at that point, that knot won't come undone again
We had strength, that will change into a bond

A bellflower shakes in the rain
We're wrapped in a transparent umbrella, gently preparing for autumn

We can capture a million films, but we can't capture our memories
Let's find a piece of them somewhere in this boring day
As I pray now for the tears to stop, and your laughing voice to echo
Softly in my heart
Another new love song starts to overflow