Omoikiri fundzuketa pedaru wa marude Sora wo tobesou na kurai ikioi wo tsukete mawatta Ushiro ni noseta kimi no mawashita ude ga Boku no koto itsumo yori tsuyoku dakishimeta ki ga shita
Ano hi no kaze no iro wa omoidaseru keredo Ano toki no yume to hibi wa zutto kusunda mama
Asu wo mabushii kurai ni umaku egakou toshite Bokura wa kirei na iro wo nurisugita mitai… Chotto kakko warui koto mo kowareta yume no iro mo Paretto ni hiroge mou ichido asu wo egakou
Kawazoi zutto kudatte tachiiri kinshi no Saku wo koe kasenjiki no saki made pedaru wo koida Jitensha wo nage sutete miageta sora Azayaka na sono iro wa kokoro kara kienai no ni
Ano toki no kimi no egao omoidasou toshitemo Nanka umaku ikanakute itsumo togirerute shimau
Kanashii pe-ji nante nakatta koto ni shiyou toshite Bokura wa ikutsumo iro wo kasanete shimatta… Kitto nurisugita iro tte shiro ni modorenai kedo Sore de ii atarashii iro de asu wo egakou
Asu wo mabushii kurai ni umaku egakou toshite Bokura wa kirei na iro wo nurisugita mitai… Chotto kakko warui koto mo kowareta yume no iro mo Paretto ni hiroge mou ichido asu wo egakou
Kitto nurisugita iro tte shiro ni modorenai kedo Sore de ii atarashii iro de asu wo egakou
The pedals I pushed with all my might Turned so fast that they almost seemed like we’d fly Sitting behind me, your arms around me They felt like they held me tighter than usual
I can remember the colors on the wind from back then But our old dreams and those days always remain dark in my memory
We skillfully tried to paint a dazzling tomorrow But it seems we painted too many beautiful colors… Using our pathetic experiences and the colors of broken dreams Let’s open the pallete and draw tomorrow one more time
Going along the river for a while, I went through the “no trespassing” fence And pedaled along the riverbed Tossing away the bike I’d been pedaling, we looked up at the sky Though those vibrant colors won’t ever disappear from our hearts
If I try to remember your smile from back then It doesn’t go very well my concentration always breaks
Trying to pretend the pages of sadness didn’t exist We layered many colors over them… Still, smearing many colors will never return it to white But that’s fine let’s paint tomorrow with a new color
We skillfully tried to paint a dazzling tomorrow But it seems we painted too many beautiful colors… Using our pathetic experiences and the colors of broken dreams Let’s open the pallete and draw tomorrow one more time
Still, smearing many colors will never return it to white But that’s fine let’s paint tomorrow with a new color