Probably
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Probably

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without even the flowing of tears,
without leaving even a trace of the days you spent here,
it is goodbye.

in the morning I welcomed by myself,
the sound of someone that rings.
in the room the two of us spent together,
i was thinking with my eyes closed.

who’s fault is it?
i don’t know.
it’s no one’s fault.
probably.

no matter how many times, I’m sure,
yes, no matter how many years pass, I’m sure,
it’s just that we will end, together with a goodbye.
i’m sure there is no other way.
‘welcome home,’
these words which dropped out without thinking,
they sure are wrong.

in the morning I welcomed by myself,
someone I think of suddenly.
the ordinariness of the days the two of us spent together,
still remain.

it’s your fault.
is that it?
it’s my fault.
probably.

this is love popular among the masses too, right.
that’s the final answer, you know.
we gradually became out of sync,
that’s also just a common story I’ve gotten used to hearing.
even in the days that shone to that extent,
dust continues to pile up.

no matter how many times, I’m sure,
yes, no matter how many years pass, I’m sure,
we are walking the path that leads to goodbye.
i’m sure there is no other way.
‘welcome home,’
just like usual,
these words dropped out.

something like not being able to understand each other,
i’m sure it’s happened countless times.
but it’s fine because it doesn’t mean we have to forgive each other for all of it.
it’s just that, if you feel the days of kindness to be bitter days,
then we can’t go back, so...

no matter how many times, I’m sure,
yes, no matter how many years pass, I’m sure,
it’s just that we will end, together with a goodbye.
i’m sure there is no other way.
‘welcome home,’
these words which dropped out without thinking
they sure are wrong.

even so, no matter how many times, I’m sure,
even so, no matter how many times, I’m sure,
yes, no matter how many years pass, I’m sure,
‘if only we can return to the beginning,’
i end up thinking that, you know.
‘welcome home,’
to these words that dropped out without reaching you,

you laughed.
it’s a slightly cold morning.