I was there, you were there.
In the 2nd level school corridor, this last year uniform.
I used to think that... it's not that easy to get there, you and me.
I didn't want you to catch my eyes, I didn't want you to see my face.
We are, friends, right?
It's unbelievably being a reality.
From stranger, became stranger.
When every single day we get farther away.
I hate to admit that, it felt so hard to pass.
I'm through, however.
After these 3 years, and we're going to miss it all.
Or, me, not you.
I know, it was so old song to repeat.
But I often keep wondering;
will I ever have a prom mate like you again?
I thought you didn't know how bitter it was to taste your smile.
Now that he comes to me when I come to you but you come to her and she comes to him.
We have read the ending, haven't we?
Cause my world was full with you,
and all I want you to know that I'm missing you.
