Lyric

The wind has shifted

By the tracks, the smell of grass lingers, holding onto summer

Still in sandals, I pause on the narrow path

Shadows of the utility poles stretch straight across

Only the cicadas’ song rewinds the time

The puddle sky trembles in reflection

In my pocket, the key from that day

Still rusted, untouched

Crimson sky, crimson sky, it reminded me of your eyes

I said nothing, just looked up

Can’t go back, won’t go back

But the color still seeps in here

(Still…)

The vending machine in front of the convenience store

Spills its light, still left on

I sit on the empty bench

Clutching a cold can in my hands

The back you turned to leave never looked back

Not knowing it would be the last

Crimson sky, crimson sky, your voice soaked in

The words we couldn’t exchange, shadows between us

Even far away, they don’t fade

They still float in my chest

If I call your name, only the wind stirs

But I know you were really there—

Crimson sky, crimson sky, lighting up who I am now

Words I couldn’t say dissolve into the sky

Can’t go back, won’t go back

Still, the light lets me step forward

Footsteps swallowed by the pavement

Shadows left behind, only mine