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The sound of the waves is drowned out by everything that I spit out
All of which was aimed at you
When you hear it, you won't come back
I swat at my ears because I doubt your words
All of which were aimed at me
When I hear it, I pretend it doesn't reach me
The row of Gingko trees was swaying in the wind
And me too, I have the same feeling
My restless heart has been locked up
And doesn't sway anymore, it seems
When I said goodbye, my heart was in pain
When the Summers pass, Fall will hover about
And alone, you'll look back at the photograph
As the Winters pile up and the Springs scatter
Your toy just
The row of Gingko trees was swaying in the wind
And me too, I have the same feeling
My restless heart has been locked up
And doesn't sway anymore, it seems
When I said goodbye, my heart was in pain
I jumped on the Toukaidou line and went straight through town
And alone, you'll look back at the photograph
When it comes out of the sea, the spring will have scattered
Do you remember the day that I said goodbye?
Time will pass, and the days will flutter about
The photographs have piled up, carving out the present
And even if the color begins to fade...
Am I your toy just
The sound of the waves is drowned out by everything that I spit out
All of which was aimed at you
When you hear it, you won't come back
I swat at my ears because I doubt your words
All of which were aimed at me
When I hear it, I pretend it doesn't reach me
The row of Gingko trees was swaying in the wind
And me too, I have the same feeling
My restless heart has been locked up
And doesn't sway anymore, it seems
When I said goodbye, my heart was in pain
When the Summers pass, Fall will hover about
And alone, you'll look back at the photograph
As the Winters pile up and the Springs scatter
Your toy just
The row of Gingko trees was swaying in the wind
And me too, I have the same feeling
My restless heart has been locked up
And doesn't sway anymore, it seems
When I said goodbye, my heart was in pain
I jumped on the Toukaidou line and went straight through town
And alone, you'll look back at the photograph
When it comes out of the sea, the spring will have scattered
Do you remember the day that I said goodbye?
Time will pass, and the days will flutter about
The photographs have piled up, carving out the present
And even if the color begins to fade...
Am I your toy just