Is it time to go...? Maybe I'll leave once I've tied up the burnable trash. I guess this is the last weekend I'll go out to buy clothes.

Ah-ah

The leftover fireworks got damp. Even if their spines are bent, When I lit them, they scattered Just a few sparks.

I wanted to tell only you, With your long eyelashes.

With your bite marks still on my hand, I wonder whose place I should go to next. I was a little more than half-tanned, And I looked young.

You've learned a bit of sorrow too, I wonder what color you'll be dyed next. I should have just gone swimming with you. Come to think of it, summer is over.

When the continuous sunlight Gradually loses its strength, I get irritated worrying about shoe sores.

Maybe I'll live under your eyelids, Those lukewarm ones where dark circles stand out.

I'm tired of looking at your back already. I wonder who I'll sleep next to next. I was a little more than half-tanned, And I looked young.

Suddenly I got so terribly sleepy. The destination I reach when I close my eyes Is always that place where you, defenseless even in dreams, Rub your eyes and smile shyly.

With your bite marks still on my hand, I wonder whose place I should go to next. I was a little more than half-tanned, And I looked young. Eventually you'll learn sorrow too, I wonder what color you'll be dyed next. Another weekend going nowhere, With that outdated model of a sunset,

And the slander of a summer that lasted too long.