Seventh, January, Twenty-sixteen
Exactly fifty days ago
In a place filled up with covered scars
I think I dropped my heart somewhere
I think it's you who picked it up

In all the lights and turned-up sounds
Our hearts just went and ran away
The covered scars I saw that night
They bloomed, became red beating hearts
I think they sang and danced with you

I think you picked up lots of them
In that place filled up with beating hearts
So I won't rush you, here I'll wait
Until the day we're face to face
And then I'll come to find what's mine

You see, my heart, I think it's there
With you and maybe your colored hair
My heart jumped out on its own accord
And ran after you, it didn't hurt
Not at all, no, not one bit

So don't worry, just keep it there
Because someday I'll search for it
That day when in front of you I stand
I'll describe each detail then
How you took my heart and quickly left

No, I told you, it didn't hurt
Wonderful is the word I felt
Maybe because my heart felt right
Right there with you and your fragile heart
You can keep it

But I hope someday your heart comes too
On its own accord to my arms, please do.
But before that day dawns and rises
I'll find myself and hope you wait
Wait for the girl who'll finally stay.