Lyric

Not a phone, but the camera I got for my birthday

“Be my model,” I asked you

By the flower bed, we stayed

Behind the school, getting scolded

I saw your eyes well up

And this was all I could think of

I opened the staff room door

Straight to you, I ran

Hands shaking, I gave you the photo

Even in morning assembly, I didn’t care

Other teachers blurred in the background

But your smile in this picture

That’s the one I love

I’m so small, I know

I want to protect you, teacher

Even if I can be easily overturned

I can guide you to happiness

More than the boy who wore a ring on your finger

You transferred away, became even more beautiful

A year later, I tried to say thanks

I waved at you by chance, but

You didn’t notice me, watching with quiet sadness

Who could you be smiling at?

But my chest aches

The moment I sit at the teacher’s desk

I remember your smile

Tears won’t stop

I wanted to see you, I wanted to see you so badly

I ran down the stairs, across the hall

But you were already gone

I called your name, but only the homeroom teacher answered

Somehow, they praised me instead

I just… I love your smile

You made her happy, I know

One day, I’ll understand