Wasurenai youni boku wa warau kedo soredake ja tarinai kara Koyubi to koyubi de chikaiatte wa itsumono utautaunda
Dakedo sono tabimune ga itamuno wo boku wa sukoshi kizuiteta Kao ni denai youni mata waraukedo kizukarete wa inaikana
Utai owatta sono toki ni Mirai no dejavu kao wo dasu
“Ano toki kimi no sono koyubi wa, boku ni nante chikattandai?” “Ano toki boku no kono koyubi wa, kimi ni nante chikattandai?”
Yakusoku kawasu tabini wakatteta kimi wa sukoshi tookunaru Kono kyori mata chijimeta nakunatte wa yakusoku wo sumi ageteku
Souyatte yakusokushite mata yabutte utagatte tookunatte Kurikaeshite sonna yakusokunante
Futari no uchi dochira ka wo usotsuki ni suru tame no mono naraba Sonna mono wa iranai yo
Kitto daijobu futari nara Mirai no dejavu inai inaiba
Ano toki boku no kono koyubi wa kimi wo nande utagattandai? Ano toki boku no kono koyubi wa kimi ni nande bibittandai? Ano toki kimi no sono koyubi wa boku ni nante chikattandai? Sonna koto wa mou iitakunai kimi ni datte iwaseyashinai
Koyubi wa yubikiri no tame janai chikai wa kawashiau monjanai Koyubi wa yubikiri no tame janai chikai wa kowashiau monjanai
Even though I smiled in order to not forget, it was still not enough So we hooked out pinkies in a promise and sang the usual song
But I sort of realized that every time we did that, my chest would hurt So I smiled again in order to not let that show on my face, but I guess you noticed it
The moment when we stopped singing A déjà vu from the future presented itself
“What did your little pinky promise to me that time?” “What did my little pinky promise to you that time?”
Every time we made a promise I would know that you’d distance yourself a little from me Then in order to shorten that distance, we’d pile up the promises
Just like that, we make a promise; then we break it, become suspicious Become farther apart, and repeat it all over again, if it’s a promise like that
Which makes one of us the liar in between us both Then I don’t want such a thing
It will definitely be alright, if it’s the two of us A déjà vu from the future won’t exist, won’t exist
My pinky of that other time – why did it suspect you so? My pinky of that other time – why was it afraid of you? Your pinky of that other time – what did it promise to me? I don’t want to talk about these things anymore, and I don’t want to let you talk about them too
Our pinkies aren’t for the sake of making pinky promises, and our vows aren’t meant to be exchanged