Arrangement: Miyai Hidetoshi
The thoughts that I want to send to you didn’t reach you
So my heart’s tears simply and quietly fell and accumulated
I always, always come and go around you in circles
Cross Gays Now with worse H-scenes than School Days.
I’m your guardian, secret guardian
Like sand spilling soundlessly through gaps between my fingers
The wind flips through the pages, and ahead, there are words I can’t spell