放課後の空気は　薄いガラスみたいで

触れたら割れそうな　私の青春を隠した

君の名前さえ　風に溶けた亡霊で

胸の奥に住みついては

夜になるたび　影を伸ばしてくる

大人になった私は　使い古した万年筆みたいに

誰かを好きになるたび　インクが滲んで崩れていく

街角で見かけた　君に似た横顔は

まるで壊れやすい蜃気楼で

近づくほど　遠ざかる運命みたいだった

忘れたい恋ほど　記憶は雨粒みたいに増えて

歩くたびに靴の底から　あの日の音が軋む

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治らないのは　心じゃなくて時間で

止まった景色の中でひとり

君の影を追いかけては迷い込む

あの日の教室で　置いてきた私が

いまだに「好き」と呟いている

夕暮れはいつも　薄紅色の手紙みたいで

読み返すたび胸の奥に　言えなかった言葉が滲む

時計の針は大人になっても

私だけを置き去りにして

「忘れて」と言うくせに　思い出だけを抱きしめる

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救われないのに　救われたふりをして

君に似た人を愛そうとしても

心の奥の少女が首を振る

もしもあの日に戻れたなら

今度こそ　“さよなら”の代わりに

“好き”を渡せただろうか

After-school air felt like a sheet of fragile glass,

Hiding the youth in me that might shatter at a touch.

Even your name dissolved into a ghost within the breeze,

Living quietly in the corners of my heart—

And every night its shadow stretches out toward me.

Growing older, I became like an overused fountain pen—

Every time I tried to love, the ink bled out and blurred.

A profile on the street that looked so much like you

Was a fragile mirage ready to vanish,

A fate that slipped away the closer I reached for it.

The more I try to forget, the more my memories fall like rain.

With every step, from the soles of my shoes,

The creaking echo of that day returns.

Unrequited Syndrome—

What won’t heal isn’t my heart, but time itself.

Alone inside a frozen scene,

I chase your silhouette and lose myself again.

The me I left behind in that classroom long ago

Is still whispering, “I love you.”

Twilight always feels like a pale-pink letter—

And every time I read it back, unspoken words bleed through.

The clock’s hands keep growing up,

Leaving only me behind,

Saying “forget me” while clinging to the memories.

Unrequited Syndrome—

I pretend I’m saved, even knowing I never was.

I try to love someone who only resembles you,

But the girl inside my heart quietly shakes her head.

If I could return to that day,

Maybe this time, instead of “goodbye,”

I could finally give you the word “I love you.”