自由な８月の入り口。

君の眼を真っ直ぐに見詰めると
星の花が滲みそうで
柔らかな戸惑いを覚えるよ
そんな事は特別気にする様子もなく
きみは　扇風機に向けて
宇宙人の真似事を
そんな君のこと
特別って思うかな　僕は

自由な８月の入り口。

When I look straight into your eyes,
it feels like the star flowers are blurring,
and I feel a soft sense of confusion.
You don't seem to care about that at all,
and you pretend to be an alien, facing the fan.
That's what makes you special to me.

The start of a free August.