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ikusen no hanabira ga kaze ni maiodori
momoiro no chou no youni michi wo yokogitteku

itsuka miteta mono modotte wa konai toki

nanigenai kotoba wo sasayaitara
kimi wa te wo nobashi kono te wo nigirishimeta

meguri megutte mata kimi to deatta
kisetsu ga boku wo [bad word] mae wo muite goran yo shinjite goran yo
mirai wa itsumo kawarou to [bad word] 
oboeteinai koto sore wa mou takusan [bad word] sonna koto omoi sora wo nagametetara kushami

sugisatteitta mono sore dake ga unmei

honno sasai na kotoba wo [bad word] kimi wa nani mo iwazu utsumuite namida [bad word] 
meguri megutte mata kimi ga kieta
keshiki ga boku wo torikakomu
me wo [bad word] goran yo yakitsukete goran yo [bad word] kotoba no yukisaki wo

ai to iedo toki ni wa hiyowai mono
sore wo [bad word] no wa yappari aijou nanoka

meguri megutte mata kimi to deatta
kisetsu ga boku wo tsutsumikomu
omoiukabete goran yo subarashii hibi wo
zettai [bad word] mono wo

------------------------ English ----------------------------

Thousands of flower petals dancing in the wind
Like pink butterflies, they traverse the roads ahead

That was something I've been seeing before, at a time that cannot be reverted to

When I whispered nonchalant words...
You extended your hand and held mine tight

Oscillating still, [bad word] across you again
The seasons grab me
Try to face forward, try to believe
The future will always be prone to change

All those things I'm unable to recall are abundant in number
Thinking of them while turning my gaze to the sky, I sneeze

Those things that have gone by and faded away — such was called fate

When I spewed those idle and trifling words...
You said nothing, hung your head low, and made way for tears

Oscillating still, you disappeared again
The sceneries surround me
Try to strain your eyes and focus, try to brand it deeply
Upon where these cascading words are headed

Though it is "love", it can sometimes be fragile
That which can protect it is... "Love," as expected?

Oscillating still, [bad word] across you again
The seasons envelop around me
Try to recall those wonderful days
And those things you never want to destroy