Maaya Sakamoto Koucha
The clock tower that tolls the end of love is waiting
for the next hour
Unstoppable, now
The cherry-blossoms at the subway entrance will bloom
again this year
So I guess that means we’ll grow older by another year
Spring has drawn near
Back then, the two of us waited for a night
when the shooting stars would come as a sign of
eternity, and made a wish
As we held each other, saying things will never change,
I thought I had it all
There’s only one thing I have left now
You were my first boyfriend
I felt like I could go however far I wanted on my
bicycle
I even remember the taste of the black tea I drank as I
sat on the pavement on that cold day
It’s not that I’m lonely
This is supposed to be a choice I made myself yet
There are times I want to do nothing but cry
What is there in the future beyond here?
How many more heartbreaking goodbyes will there be?
The clock tower that tolls the end of love is waiting
for the next hour
Unstoppable, now
As we held each other, saying things will never change,
I thought I had it all
There’s only one thing I have left now
You were my first boyfriend
