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Leaning on the windowsill, the lukewarm wind blows through my hair
Today, too, the earth is taken by burning heat
Every time the bell rings, a small click of my tongue
The stopped time and my daydreams easily scatter away

Oh, I wanna run away, but I can't run away
I don't wanna grow up
It was like a curse given to me since birth

This dry throat, and my dripping sweat
It's all because of this final summer
The cries of cicadas, their incessant buzzings fading away
Written on my career survey is a futile pipe dream
Lost children's compared answers
Ah, I can't take it anymore
I sigh, leaning back on the chair's backrest

A heavenly sky cut through by plane trails
With my hair tied up, I made a listless face
I felt like I could simply become anyone
I feel my past self, disorderly, drying up and withering away

Ah, I should have done that; before I could, it was all over
How often that thought repeats
Wishing that I could trace back to then--
is that a sin?

On the count of three, I take a leap in
The flying droplets; it's all because of this final summer!
"It's like rain!" I laughed, floating on the surface of the water
My uniform clings to my see-through skin
Looking up to the indigo sky
Ah, I wonder if you'll get mad at me...
But if I don't return, then it'll be fine, I thought

Something like logical reasoning is just like garbage to me

The bottom of this shallow wish, and my dripping grumbles
They're all because of this final summer!!
Please, feel free to have that short-lived war elsewhere
Surely, from the bottom of my heart, I've always known
I am a girl with her head stuck in the clouds
Ah, it's already this late
I stretch, acting like I haven't lost
and shout

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