The fingertips of sorrow bloomed into the sound of rain
At the bus stop, under the light rain, I wait for a summer that'll never come

"It usually takes around,
Five minutes, though."
You were completely immersed in that topic of schedules
Above the concrete, gradually blackening
It fell, with the scent of petrichor

Cut it out, cut it out --
A heart, my very own heart
Cut it out, cut it out --
And paste it to the time that's been forgotten

I picked up a fragment of the shattered marble
Maybe, I could use it for your eyes
Sorrow is a cool breeze, suspicion is a long night
Leaving one behind, I brought it with me

With those eyes, please cut it out
A heart, your very own heart
Don't go, please don't go
The wheels' sound rings out, the wheels' sound --

The color hiding within the clouded sky,
Please think about it, please think about it
That is our very own illusion
Don't go, please don't go
I cut out a heart, I cut out a heart
I see, has it become summer...?

The fingertips of sorrow bloomed into the sound of rain
At the bus stop, under the light rain, I wait for a summer that'll never come