5 Centimeters per Second
~A Chains of Short Stories About Their Distance~
Kemarin, Aku melihat mimpi...
Mimpi tentang masa lalu.
Mimpi, di mana kita masih 13 tahun...
Dan kita berada di tempat yang luas, bersalju, tanah yang kosong.
Cahaya yang datang dari rumah terlihat sedikit dan sangat jauh.
Hanya ada kita di jalan yang kita lalui.
Dengan pemandangan itu...
Suatu hari kita akan melihat bunga sakura bersama-sama.
Dia dan aku, tanpa ragu...
Merasa seperti itu.
I'm always searching everywhere for your figure.
Our meeting platform,the back alley window.
Even though I know you won't be there.
If my wish is granted, I will be by your side.
There's nothing I can't do.
I will risk everything to embrace you.
If only to divert sadness, anyone will do.
It's likely a star is falling tonight, I won't pretend anymore.
One more time, season please don't change.
One more time, to the time when we were having fun.
I'm always searching everywhere for your figure.
At the intersection in my dream.
Even though I know you won't be there.
If there is a miracle, I want to show you it right now.
The new morning, the new me.
Even the word "love" that I coundn't say to you.
Summer memories are spinning around me.
Heartbeats that have suddenly stopped.
I'm always searching everywhere for your figure.
The city at dawn, in Sakuragi.
Even though I know you won't come here.
If my wish is granted, I will be by your side.
There's nothing I can't do.
I will risk everything to embrace you.
I'm always searching everywhere for pieces of you.
In the shop at my destination, in the corner of the newspaper.
Even though I know you won't be there.
If there is a miracle, I want to show you it right now.
The new morning, the new me.
Even the word "love" that i couldn't say to you.
I always end up searching everywhere for your smile.
At the express train railroad crossing.
Even though I know you won't be there.
If I could repeat my life, I would be by your side forever.
There is nothing else I want.
Besides you, my important person.






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