Lyric

In the reflection of the bridal shop window

The robin is pecking at yesterday's bread crumbs

The wind blows your layers of white veil

I am frightened that the bouquet is falling

Much faster than the waiting time when you first called me "Dad"

Happiness is a church without clocks

When the organ sounds

Please don't look back at me

I'm afraid you'll see my tears

The surprise at the wedding banquet

Is the time capsule we buried in the yard during your childhood

It's not the girl's wine

It's your elementary school skipping rope

Faded crayon drawings

Plaster devil statues

And stacks of "Detective Conan" comics

And the brown backpack for school

Happiness is a church without clocks

When the organ sounds

Please don't look back at me

I'm afraid you'll see my tears

The deep gaze

Use the flower pinned on my collar

As my eternal blessing

The ring is the platform

The wedding dress is the train that never stops

The doorbell of longing for home often rings

I will also put your leather shoes in the entrance

The toes facing outward

Just like the morning when you were learning to walk

Mom said

When the groom took your hand and walked towards the priest

She must have cried a lot

I suddenly remembered the old tears of my father-in-law