It is five o'clock
The evening - glow tells me
A treasure of our memories
It's become empty somehow

You held out a small hand
Smiling like to you it was so natural
It may have no meaning
But it is something I cannot do

You touched my hand without thinking

自分らしさってなんだ
Jibun rashisa tte nanda
人とは違う”でさをつけろ
Hito to wa chigau” de sa o tsukero
コンビニの雑誌コーナー
Konbini no zasshi coonaa
表紙にふと