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さっきからふれてた肩

スイッチ

入ってくれたらいいのに

夜のせいにして

歩道橋

つまづいたふりも

行ってしまったバスも

言い訳にして

What is love

プラタナスの星を踏んだ

それだけで恋と呼べる

もうそらせない瞳で

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入ってくれたらいいのに

さんづけのままで

ふたりきりは

まだ三度目でも

君の横顔照らす

自販機の明かり

What is love

何秒もない瞬間を

切り取れば恋と思う

誰にも云わないから

スイッチ

入ってくれたらいいのに

あいまいなままで

会えない時

その不在に

君の存在を

感じてしまうのは

Is this love

読み返す昨日のメール

意味を探す すかすように

さっきからふれてた肩

スイッチ

入ってくれたらいいのに

夜のせいにして

もう戻れない瞳で

スイッチ

入ってくれたらいいのに

揺れているまま

たぶん

同じ予感のままで

  • Lyricist

    keiko maeo

  • Composer

    sentimental mission

  • Producer

    sentimental mission

  • Vocals

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An AI-generated song with lyrics by picture book author Keiko Maewo, enhanced with color.

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Keiko Maewo

The shoulder that's been touching me just now
I wish the switch would turn on
I'll blame it on the night
The pedestrian overpass
Pretending to stumble
The bus that's already gone
I'll use it as an excuse
What is love
Stepping on the plane tree's star
That alone is enough to call it love

With eyes that can no longer look away
I wish the switch would turn on
Still calling you by your first name

Even though it's only the third time we've been alone
The light from the vending machine illuminates your profile
What is love
If you capture a moment that lasts only a few seconds, I think it's love

I won't tell anyone
I wish the switch would turn on
Still ambiguous

When we can't meet
I feel your presence
In your absence
Is this love
I reread yesterday's email, searching for its meaning
As if trying to hide it

The shoulder that's been touching me just now
I wish the switch would turn on
I'll blame it on the night

With eyes that can no longer go back
I wish the switch would turn on
Still wavering

Perhaps

With the same premonition still lingering

When viewed through the eyes of someone you love, everything takes on an unforgettable outline. Even the traffic lights, the street trees, and the coffee you were drinking. It's such a personal kind of magic, but I think it exists all over the world. The number of emails I can't delete increases, and the number of emails I can't send increases, and the balance between them, when they're roughly equal, is like a handful of gold dust. Because I know that balance can easily shift. Perhaps the beginning is the most complete form.

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