The tiny memories from a far-off summer,
Started from when I tied your shoelaces for you
The very beginning is the most precious,
Without forgetting it, without losing it
It is a story I held close

...It's surely because I'm such a handful,
That you could call us, "two as one"
Stained in innocence to the point it's shocking,
Peach and indigo held hands

Once the two tiny bodies had made a promise,
Without any way for distortion to form,
They were fully innocent!
Because they knew nothing of tales of love,
The two of them
Were the purest in the world

The indigo clock rung at five in the afternoon,
On just that day, the two of us ran away from home,
Beyond the night that had never been seen before,
We set out trying to learn the secrets of the whole world
Don't forget it, this isn't a dream, you know
Within two gazes, a shooting star

Pulling at the large green tail,
And resting all of our prayers, wishes, and everything on it!
If we were able to stay as children,
I feel as if we would have been able to meet once again

It's not as if life is something pretty,
And a beautiful life is something nobody can have
Being unable to breathe well,
Is proof that you're alive

The two of us, oh so small, didn't know anything, but
The whole entire world,
Can never, ever truly rest!
If, it were to be that I would forget this tale,
Then I don't want to know the tales of being an adult
The two of us made a promise, under a shooting star