My Friend Was Good At Drawing
Two little shadows sink into the dusk;
they were once a little boy and a little girl...
A "sorry" comes to my lips with the sound of a distant train,
and in front of me, you were crying...
I wanted to obscure the gender gap,
with consoling words,
but I felt it was unfair, so I didn't say them...
You, so good at drawing, drew fanciful worlds,
and I wonder if I'll never see them again?
Blotted out, the days will never go back to before...
I liked watching you draw,
it was watching you draw I liked, so...
Miraculous creatures given life in a notebook,
unthinkable spectacles you secretly showed me...
Something I don't have, such magic you have;
it was a joy, and yet so regretful...
My emotions spill out the sides;
no, I didn't hate you,
but because I liked someone else...
You, so good at drawing, cried,
even though your notebook world was full of smiles...
Then we awkwardly went and let our distance grow...
I liked watching you draw,
it was watching you draw I liked, so...
The childhood pictures you drew, sometimes,
I felt looked a little bit familiar...
But I didn't dare say a word,
I just smiled in silence...
You, so good at drawing, drew fanciful worlds,
and suddenly, I remember those worlds again...
Are you still doing well, drawing and enjoying?
I liked watching you draw,
it was watching you draw I liked, so...
Lyrics/Composition
Pinocchio-P
The worlds of my friend, who was good at drawing...
Animation
Kenshiro Morii (Studio Moriken)
I wanted to see them up close, one more time...