Moshimo kawaranakereba
KYANBASU no ue fude wo hashirase
Ano hito no e wo egaita
Omoide no sumi ni aru kono kao ni wa
Mou aenai zutto
Kawatteshimatta no wa
Itsukara datta darou ka
Anata ga anata no mama nara
Chigau ketsumatsu datta kamo
Nante ima sara da ne
——E no naka no kimi wa mou inai
Kimi no kao ga suki datta wake janai
Soredemo zutto egaki tsudzuketa
Itsushika heya wa kimi no nigaoe de mitasareta
Motometa no wa kimi no kao janai
Ari no mama no hontou no kimi
Dakedo ne kimi mo watashi mo sono koto ni
Kidzukenakatta
Moyasareta shouzouga
“Kono kao wa kirai da” to kimi wa itta
Hontou ni minikatta no wa
Kimi no kao janaku kitto…
Asahaka na kangae de
Kimi no koto baka ni shita
Tsugi ni atta toki anata wa
Chigau hito ni natteita
Sou maru de betsujin datta
——E no naka no kimi wa mou inai
Tatoe kimi ga omoide no kioku to
Chigatta toshitemo shiawase naraba
Soredemo ii no kamoshirenai to omotteta
Kawaru koto ga warui wake janai
Demo hontou ni hitsuyou na no wa
Kawarenai jibun mo ukeireru to iu koto
Kidzukenakatta
Kimi wa ikitsudzukeru
Watashi no kaita e no naka de
Sore ga tatoe kimi no nozondeta
Sugata de wa nai toshitemo
Sou kimi ga ano toki
Saigo ni iou toshiteita kotoba
Sore ga nan da ka wa wakatteru
Zutto mae kara shitteta
Kimi no koto ga suki datta kamoshirenai
Dakara zutto egaki tsudzuketa
Itsushika heya wa kimi no omoide de mitasareta
Motometa no wa kimi no kao janai
Ari no mama no hontou no kimi
Dakedo ne kimi mo watashi mo sono koto ni
KidzukenakattaIf you hadn’t changed
Running my brush onto the canvas,
I painted a picture of him
This face in the recesses of my memories
I can’t see it again, ever
Since when had it
Completely changed?
If you had stayed as you were,
Perhaps it would’ve been a different ending
It’s too late for that now
——The you in the picture is already gone
I wasn’t necessarily fond of your face
And yet I’ve continued to draw it all this time
Before I knew it, portraits of you filled the room
Your face wasn’t what I wanted
It was the real, true you
However, neither you nor I
realized that
You had burned my portrait
“I hate this face,” you said
What was truly ugly
Wasn’t your face, for sure
With my foolish thinking,
I made a fool of you
The next time I saw you
You had become a different person
Yes, a completely different person
——The you in the picture is already gone
Even if the you in the recollections of my memories
Were different, if you were happy,
I thought it might’ve been all right, regardless
It’s not a bad thing to change
But what you really needed
Was to accept your unchanged self as well
You didn’t realize that
You continue to live on
In the portraits I’ve painted
Even if it wasn’t the you
With the appearance you desired
Yes, you at that time,
Those words you were going to say at the end,
I somehow know them
I’ve known this whole time
Perhaps I liked that about you
And so I’ve continued to draw you all this time
Before I knew it, memories of you filled the room
Your face wasn’t what I wanted
It was the real, true you
However, neither you nor I
Realized that