Lyric

It was one of those blurry afternoons

From when I was still very little

“There's going to be a baby,”

My mother said with a smile

“Would you like a baby boy? Or maybe...”

She gently asked me

Without any real reason at all

Apparently I answered like this

I want a girl who wears skirts

A girl who spins around and laughs

I had already fallen for

Someone I hadn't even met yet

I want a girl who wears skirts

From that tiny little wish

A little sister was born

And my world became one bigger

At the edge of an old photo album

There you were, newly born

Beside my sleepy-looking face

Your tiny hand held on tight

“You're a big brother now,”

My mother said, and I felt shy

Somewhere deep inside my heart

I finally understood what it meant

I want a girl who wears skirts

A girl whose skirt sways as she runs

Even when you fell and cried

You always stood right back up

I want a girl who wears skirts

That little thing I said that day

Would someday become these memories

The younger me could never have known

Pink little clothes hanging

Out on the balcony

Every time they swayed in the wind

My heart swayed too

“So this is what it feels like

To have someone you want to protect...”

I whispered softly

While patting your head

I want a girl who wears skirts

A girl who spins around and laughs

The words I chose that day

Are still shining in my heart

I want a girl who wears skirts

That innocent childhood wish

Together with your name

Turned me into a big brother