Summerfields from Anagram by Harutosu

Waiting on the hill where you said my name
The sun fell slow, and the air never changed
Cicadas cried like they knew our fate
Two shadows long in the amber haze
Your voice was paper, soft and torn
Held in the fold of a borrowed poem
i touched your sleeve, you pulled away
We were both afraid of yesterday

Soft wind, cherry skin
I saw your ghost in the garden again
The path we drew is overgrown
But your echo hums in the seeds we sowed
Time bends like tall grass does
In summerfields we swore was love
If i close my eyes, you still breathe
Some dreams don’t wake, they just leave

Polaroids in a rusted box
A summer dress in the scent of moss
Your handwriting, uneven and bright
“Meet me where the sky turns white”
The train was late, the world stood still
You waved once more, behind the hill
i never asked you why you cried
The quiet said it all that night

Soft wind, cherry skin
I saw your ghost in the garden again
The path we drew is overgrown
But your echo hums in the seeds we sowed
Time bends like tall grass does
In summerfields we swore was love
If i close my eyes, you still breathe
Some dreams don’t wake, they just

またいつかね
I walk alone through the drifting haze
Calling your name as it slips away
The garden sleeps beneath the dust
A memory pressed in the shape of us

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