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amazarashi - Getsuyoubi ''Monday'' (月曜日)

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Monday
 
The smell of moldy urethane in the P.E. storehouse, the court lines separate us clearly.
 
A pigeon is lying dead in the walkway, next to a tidier than usual stream of discarded textbooks.
 
Road side trees bound to supporting stakes, almost like crucifixions made to set an example.
 
Even though they way want to stretch out their branches freely, they seem like they're bound by their identical uniforms.
 
They turn to the right, then look to the left, then they face the other way, like a grammer school line-up.
 
Our immaturity was clearly mean to relieve us, so can you please be theonly one to not grow up?
 
If we were to say no to Mondays, we'd despised and left in the dump, tumbling around and rusting from the tidal breeze.
 
The reason it's so hard for us to breath, is because this isn't a place for us to live.
 
Maybe we're extra-terrestrial life?
 
Saying that you like things that you like, was it always this hard of a thing to do?
 
If that's so, I'll hold my breath and dive in.
 
Even though compared to the depth within your chest, it doesn't even come close at all.
 
Waiting idly at the train station building's concourse, our soft-serve ice cream melted, and every time the drawn-out car horns got closer, I learned more and more that there are so many things that I didn't learn in that off-district school overlooking the river.
 
I hate talking about tomorrow to begin-with, and I hate talking about the future even more.
 
People say they're beautiful because they're fleeting, but I think it would be better if fireworks lasted forever.
 
I pretend that I can't see the things I can see, and I pretend I don't know the things I know.
 
When I think of how much I've grown up without realizing, it's gotten to a point that I can't help but to laugh.
 
If we were to say no to Mondays, and skipped stones on the surface of the river, we could split the full moon's reflection in half.
 
The reason that my chest hurts so much, is that we're sharing the things we think and feel with and feel with each other.
 
Or maybe I'm telepathic?
 
Saying that you dislike the things you don't like, I wonder if that's really such a selfish thing to do?
 
If that's so, I'll hold my breath and dive in.
 
Even though compared to the depth within your chest, it doesn't even come close at all.
 
Since we could neither become normal or ordinary, we at least wanted to become special individuals, but since we couldn't be special individuals either, we at least needed people to accept us.
 
Well that's the case for you, and maybe it's the case for me, and even if we were left behind in trash cans, from my perspective, for a long time already, you've already become special, you know?
 
Well if we were to say no to Mondays,we would just burn up in the atmosphere, and a crater would open up in my chest.
 
We were definitely very similar to each other, but we're just not meant to be identical people.
 
The most terrifying thing to do is say goodbye, so because of that, let's make promise that until the end of time, we'll never leave each other.
 
Even though I know it won't really be the end of time, and the thing I swore, doesn't even come close to how long love and friendship last.
 


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