Fireworks
aiko
Lyrics: AIKO
Composition: AIKO
Arrangement: Masanori Shimada
Release date: 1999/08/04
The moments when I’m just about to fall asleep, wrapped in the sheets, I’m always thinking about you.
Dreams are just dreams, and when I wake up they’re painfully sad. The fireworks don’t go up today either.
The words I’ve sworn to myself over and over in my heart suddenly scatter away.
“I won’t forget, not even by 1 mm…”
I can’t entrust everything to something shapeless, shadowed, and shrouded in haze.
A winged angel with triangular eyes hears news of love,
lands on my right arm, and gives me a knowing glance.
“If you’re tired, why don’t you just stop?”
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I love you this much. It can’t be helped.
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I let my tears fall and put out the flames.
Our toes lined up, the collapsed sandcastle, the bite marks on an apple—
all that’s left are fragments of memories.
When the slightly cool breeze brushes past my feet,
I want to fill the air with laughter.
A winged angel with triangular ears hears the sighs of love,
points at me with my eyes wide open, and says,
“Why not try falling once or twice?”
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I truly do love you. There’s no going back.
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I waved goodbye to the last glowing ember.
Red and green chrysanthemum petals—
when I point at them, there’s only one thing on my mind, yes, just one:
“If you’re tired, why don’t you just stop…”
The fireworks won’t go out, and my tears won’t run dry.
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I love you this much. It can’t be helped.
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I let my tears fall.
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I truly do love you. There’s no going back.
Hanging from the summer constellations, looking down at the fireworks from above,
I waved goodbye to the last glowing ember.
Hanging from the summer constellations
