Seifuku Koujou Iinkai/Paris no Koibito

Paris no Koibito
(Paris Lover)

Seifuku Koujou Iinkai

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Chiisana roji ni ishidatami no michi Shirakabe no mado yureru furiijia Kurowassan wo yaku kaori no naka Dokoka de hibiku kyoukai no kane ga Juurokusai no tanjoui no asa Boku no kanojo wa sekai de ichiban Bon nufu de matsu taisetsu na kimi ni Ichiba de ryoute ippai no hana wo Kishibe ni orite wakaｂa no kaori no naka Futari te wo tsunagi aruku Chiisana koibito wa kyanbasu ni irodorarete Ekakitachi mo sanpo no inutachi mo Mizu no seseragi sae Iwatte kureta koi wa Suppai oranjurii Kokyou e kaeru anata miokutte Hitori tatazumu omoide no hashi ni Yuuhi ga terasu sepia no kishibe wa Kanashimi sasou ichimai no shashin Urunda hitomi wakare mo utsukushii to Koe wo kakerarete itsuka Koi no kioku wa kyanbasu ni egakareteku Akane iro no sora wo utsushite iru Seenu ni yoku niau Namida ni hikaru koi mo Suppai oranjurii Nakun ja nai yo ojousan Watashi datte wakai koro wa Suteki na musume wo tsurete koko de Dakishime ai shiteru to itta Ekakitachi mo sanpo no inutachi mo Mizu no seseragi sae Iwatte kureta koi wa Suppai oranjurii Akane iro no sora wo utsusu Seenu ni yoku niau Pari no koibitotachi ni Kirameku oranjurii

A small cobblestone alley White walls with freesia fluttering in their windows Amidst the scent of baking croissants A church bell rings out somewhere The morning of my 16th birthday My girlfriend's the best in the world You're waiting at the Pont Neuf bridge My arms are filled with flowers from the market We climb down to the beach among the scent of new leaves And walk hand in hand Tiny lovers painted on a canvas The artists and the dogs out for a walk Even the babble of the water Celebrates our love A sour orangerie I see you off as you return to your hometown Standing alone on this bridge of memories The setting sun shines down on the sepia beach Like a single photograph of sorrow My eyes damp, someone says to me That goodbyes can be beautiful too Someday the memory of this love will fill a canvas This love so bright with tears Is perfect for the Seine Reflecting the red sky A sour orangerie Don't cry, Miss When I was young I brought a wonderful girl here, too And held her and said I love you The artists and the dogs out for a walk Even the babble of the water Celebrates our love A sour orangerie Paris lovers Are perfect for the Seine Reflecting the red sky A sparkling orangerie