Wakaba 若葉

Romaji:
yasashii hikari ni terasarenagara atarimae no you ni aruiteta
tobira no mukou me wo [bad word] [bad word] de nanimo mienakatta

zutto tsudzuku da to omoikondeita kedo
yubi no sukima kara koboreteitta

omoidaseru ironna koto
hana sakihokoru goro ni kimi no egao de hareta machi no sora
suzushii kaze tori no utagoe nerande kanjiteita
tsunagu ito no hososa ni kidzukanu mama de

wasureta koto mo wasureru hodo no mujyaki de nigyayaka na tokin naka
itsumo to chigau majime na kimi no "kowai" tte tsubuyaki ga wakannakatta

atatameru tame no hi wo tayasanai you ni
daiji na mono made moyasu tokoro datta

omoidaseru ironna koto
hana sakihokoru goro ni kawaii hanashi bakari korogatteta
hadashi ni natte kakedasu itami sore sae mo shinchiyoku
hitoriyogari no imi mo shiranai FURI [bad word] 
omoidaseru sumizumi made
wakaba no shigeru goro ni yosoku dekinai ame ni tomadotteta
nakitai hodo natsukashii kedo hitomazu kagi wo kakete
sukoshi demo chikadzuku yo bakageta yume ni
ima kimi no shiranai michi wo arukihajimeru

Translation:

New leaves

gentle light illuminated me
 I kept on walking as if it was nothing
Though I tried to focus my eyes on the other side of the door
 I could not see anything amongst the dense fog

I believed that things will continue on like this forever
 But everything was slipping away through my fingers
 
I can still remember a lot of things
The time the flowers were in full bloom
The way your smile made the city's skyline brighter
The cooling breeze
The singing birds
I felt these sensations side by side
As I remained unaware of the fine thread that connected it all together

I had almost forgotten
Forgotten about
The innocence of the bustling times
It's not always that you get serious
I didn't understand it at all when you muttered "I'm scared."

Just to keep ourselves warm 
To prevent the fire from dying out
We had almost burnt all of the things that were important to us

 I can still remember a lot of things
The time the flowers were in full bloom
Just cute, innocent words were exchanged
The pain of running barefoot 
Even that was pleasant 
The meaning of "self-satisfaction."
How I pretended to not know what that meant

I can still remember every corner
The time the young leaves grew thick
How even the unpredictable rain could have puzzled me
I feel nostalgic almost to the point of crying but
For the time being, i'll lock all these things up
And come a little closer to my silly dreams
Now, i'll begin walking down your unknown paths