Remioromen/Cosmos

Cosmos

Remioromen

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Nagai kage seotte murasaki no michi wo Basu ga houkoku wo burasage kemu wo maku Taiyou wa oyasumi Darui kubimawari Yureru kigi wo nuke Machibouke kimi wa konai Garasu ni hitai azukete Hotetta kao to me ga atta Sabishiku natte juugoya mo Kaeranu yume tsuki n iusagi Teiryuujo ni wa kosumosu no Kawaita kao ga yoku niau Maru de sekai wa shizuka de Kodoku ja nakya sore mo yokatta Yuganda mado ga katakata natte Basu ga yukkuri to sakamichi wo subetta Ichinichi wa mou owari Shiito ni motarete Gia wo irechigae Mimizawari kimi wa inai Garasu ni hitai kosutte Nakittsura to me ga atta Sabishiku natte konya mo Kaeranu yume tsuki ni usagi Teiryuujo ni wa kosumosu no Shimetta kao ga yoku niau Maru de sekai wa shizuka de Kodoku ja nakya sore mo suki datta Nagai kage seotte murasaki no michi wo Basu ga houkoku wo burasage kemu wo maku Garasu ni hitai azukete Hotetta kao to me ga atta Sabishiku natte juugoya mo Kaeranu yume tsuki n iusagi Teiryuujo ni wa kosumosu no Kawaita kao ga yoku niau Maru de sekai wa shizuka de Kodoku ja nakya sore mo yokatta

With a long shadow, the bus makes its way along the purple road Dangling an advertisement behind it and a trail of smoke The sun is on vacation I look around listlessly Passing through the swaying trees I'm waiting for you, but you don't come Forehead against the glass I saw a flushed face Lonely on the night of the full moon A dream I can't return to, the man in the moon At the bus stop, the dry face Of the cosmos seemed fitting The world was silent And I was glad not to be alone The warped window rattled And the bus slowly slid down the hill Another day is over Leaning against the seat The sound of the gears changing Hurts my ears, and you're not here Rubbing my face against the glass I saw a tear-stained face Lonely tonight A dream I can't return to, the man in the moon At the bus stop, the damp face Of the cosmos seemed fitting The world was silent And I liked not being alone With a long shadow, the bus makes its way along the purple road Dangling an advertisement behind it and a trail of smoke Forehead against the glass I saw a flushed face Lonely on the night of the full moon A dream I can't return to, the man in the moon At the bus stop, the dry face Of the cosmos seemed fitting The world was silent And I was glad not to be alone