MASCHERA/Ekou

Ekou
(Prayer)

MASCHERA

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Yuuyake ni se wo mukete uchi e kaetteku kodomotachi Shiokaze ga omoide sakanaderu Kaasan no utagoe de nemuri ni tsuketa hoshi no yoru Yasashisa wo sunao ni motometeta Ashibaya ni sugiteku messeeji Hohaba wo awaseteru sono namima ni nanika wo ushinatteta Tsunaida te no nukumori kazoekirenai hodo Boku wa otona ni natta Garasu no jibun ga te wo furu Umibe ni kuruma tomete yukikau shounen no sugata ni Ano koro no omoi kasanenagara Hitomi tojireba soko wa hanayaka tsuchi no kaori afure Hashaideta kimi wo oikaketeta Wataame no kumo ya ryuusei e no negai Sonna serifu kiite waratteru boku ga totemo kanashii Iroaseta hohoemi ni hitomi sorashiteta Zankoku na mujakisa de wasurete shimaeba Tsunaida te no nukumori kazoekirenai hodo Boku wa to otona ni natta Garasu no jibun ga te wo furu Ah ushiro sugata ga Ah toke komu keshiki Ah te wo nobashitemo Ah akaku somaru dake Tsunaida te no nukumori kazoekirenai hodo Boku wa to otona ni natta Garasu no jibun ga Kawashita kuchizuke no kazo wasurete shimau hodo Dareka wo ai seta nara ano koro no jibun ni modoreru

The children returning home, their backs turned toward the sunset The sea breeze rubs my memories the wrong way The starry nights when I fell asleep to my mom's singing I earnestly longed for kindness The message passed quickly by I lost something in the waves that matched my steps The warmth of countless joined hands I became an adult My glass self is waving at me I stop my car on the shore, the memories of those times Overlap the passing boys If I close my eyes, the brilliant fragrance of the earth is overflowing I chased after you as you frolicked about A cloud of cotton candy and a wish on a shooting star I hear those words and laugh, but I'm very sad I turned my eyes from the faded smile If only I could forget with cruel innocence The warmth of countless joined hands I became an adult My glass self is waving at me Ah your back Ah the melting scenery Ah even if I reach out my hand Ah it's just dyed in red The warmth of countless joined hands I became an adult My glass self If I could have loved someone so much that I forgot The number of kisses, I could return to myself