Unripe Lemon ;3

By the window in the classroom is the sun's hourglass
The time I'm waiting for you turns into a shadow
The shape of your uniform running on the grounds
Is hidden by the curtains. It's painful to see

One unripe lemon
is hidden in my hands
I want to give it to you
Yes, all of me
softly, an unripe lemon
The fruit that's too young
It's irritating at that age

The time that the antique bell stops the ball
It's like you looked for just a second at me
I didn't want to be able to notice my beating heart
I was separated from the window, the sunset's unrequited love

Love is like a lemon
You can't go straight
Look,
the long way is an oval shape
Love is like a lemon
The sweet and sour fragrance is
awkward at that age

"I always liked you.
But I didn't say it."

"I saw you from the class window.
When you run on the field
I chase you with my eyes"

"Sometimes you look here
At those times, I hide in the curtains"

"When you're tired from practice
"Sometime I'll give it to you," I think
In my hand, there was always, and still is, an unripe lemon"





--Ranice.EntireLifetime--