By chance I came across an
old fashioned tape,
I listened to the song inside;
At the awkward piano
And the fresh, unexperienced voice
the many memories made
me crack a smile
It was a song that I made sometime before
and gave to you as a birthday gift;
It’s accompaniment was rustic
And it didn’t even have lyrics,
Yet you were happy
like a child;
[You said] Because there was sincerity in it
All of my feelings
were translated to you,
And sometimes while humming to it,
You even cried
In the tape from a long time ago
The “me” of then,
because I feel quite jealous [of it] and I miss it,
I sometimes cry and laugh
absentmindedly;
But as long as I can
hear this song, it’s fine;
Like a fool
After I sent you away
Like a lie,
time passed
To you, it became that
in front of people,
you would be able to
tell that it was my song;
I loved you quite a bit
And I hurt and I missed you;
Our memories that have passed,
I rely on when singing [these] songs
How might your heart be
On the radio, on the street
when you [might] hear me?
The feelings I exaggerated and
the words I decorated,
possibly it might have
Made you cry a second time?
I’m sorry
Like this, might I
reach you again?
My lacking heart
Those words that
I ruthlessly spewed out,
How hard and hurtful
it must’ve been
In the tape from a long time ago
The “me” of then,
because I feel quite jealous [of it] and I miss it,
I sometimes cry and laugh
absentmindedly;
But as long as I can
hear this song, it’s fine;
Like a fool