I'm leaving on the train tomorrow morning.
After the graduation, I think our school seem so small.

Don't go, you mumbled that time.
I'm holding onto dreams I can't see. 

                               Even if we're apart, I'll definitely be thinking of you forever.
Even now my heart aches unbearably.
I said goodbye to you over the phone, and the seasons pass by.
Even when we couldn't meet and beat the distance, we were there. 

The color of your sweater remains under my coat.
Your scent lingers from the time we kissed.

You looked grown-up, but you said that was because of the lipstick.
I keep remembering all sorts of things.

 - Typhoon Generation