The memories of sensei I carry with me are more cruel than sensei himself.

The wounds from that time have already become scabs.

A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist.

There were many tears, many unsure times, many troubled moments. The fun memories were only a few, but even so, those memories will shine bright like stardust, and continue to shine on in my heart.

Before I can say anything, It dissolves in my throat And turns into tears.

Just by being with me, I feel like I have ruined a lot of things around you.

The thing that is changing...Is it my surroundings, or myself?

Your lingering cigarette smell makes me feel more empty.

Other people's minds aside, not even my own mind flows in the way that I wish.