Songbirds(songubazu) Homecomings
- Lyricist:
福富優樹(fukutomiyuuki)
- Composer:
Homecomings(homukamingusu)
- Release Date:04-25-2018
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Fell asleep in a shelter ,
Made out of old junk ,
After the storm .
No clue where were flying to ,
Feeling so anxious .
Each spring time ,
Were flapping about like plastic bags .
The ghosts banished from my diary ,
Which I burnt in early summer .
A rustling sound in the corridor ,
Somewhere in my heart .
Through the frosted window ,
If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens ,
How would I sing ?
Golden reflections of our life ,
In the afternoon sunlight .
Chocolates melting in my pocket .
By making it a song ,
Can I keep the memory ?
I just came to love it now .
The two lines come close and then get away .
Some easy tricks on Cats Cradle ,
That I cant do so well any more .
On a musical stave ,
Seasons pass so fast .
Each spring time ,
Were floating there like balloons .
The ghosts banished from my diary ,
Which I burnt in early summer .
A rustling sound in the corridor ,
Somewhere in my heart .
Through the frosted window ,
If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens ,
How would I sing ?
Golden reflections of our life ,
In the afternoon sunlight .
Chocolates melting in my pocket .
By making it a song ,
Can I keep the memory ?
I just came to love it now .
By making it a song ,
Can I keep the memory ?
I just came to love it now .
Made out of old junk ,
After the storm .
No clue where were flying to ,
Feeling so anxious .
Each spring time ,
Were flapping about like plastic bags .
The ghosts banished from my diary ,
Which I burnt in early summer .
A rustling sound in the corridor ,
Somewhere in my heart .
Through the frosted window ,
If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens ,
How would I sing ?
Golden reflections of our life ,
In the afternoon sunlight .
Chocolates melting in my pocket .
By making it a song ,
Can I keep the memory ?
I just came to love it now .
The two lines come close and then get away .
Some easy tricks on Cats Cradle ,
That I cant do so well any more .
On a musical stave ,
Seasons pass so fast .
Each spring time ,
Were floating there like balloons .
The ghosts banished from my diary ,
Which I burnt in early summer .
A rustling sound in the corridor ,
Somewhere in my heart .
Through the frosted window ,
If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens ,
How would I sing ?
Golden reflections of our life ,
In the afternoon sunlight .
Chocolates melting in my pocket .
By making it a song ,
Can I keep the memory ?
I just came to love it now .
By making it a song ,
Can I keep the memory ?
I just came to love it now .
