I love the indigo that appears,
After the sun has set
Because, under that light
Your golden hair didn't look too bright

That innocent, naive comet
That we saw on that day

If only I could become it
If only I could go to the ends of the indigo
Was it because I would only talk of fantasies,
That we broke apart?

In no time at all,
I'll forget all about you
If, I could just become a piece of junk
That did nothing but breathe, maybe, sometimes, I could smile

If, a tomorrow like that comes,
Then please, comets above, burn me up

Even though, it'd be better to give up,
All the adults smile,
I get it, what's more important than breathing
Is your natural smile,
Probably

Steadily, all the colors vanish
If, I were to become the sort of adult
Who forgets even your birthday, what should I do?
What should I do?

Love, like within a dream,
Love, like seeing a dream,
Even if it's a fantasy, if you believe
One day, it'll come true,
You said to me

I wanted to laugh off
My form, that couldn't become a comet

I love the indigo that appears,
After the sun has set
Because, under that light
You couldn't tell 
That I was crying