rainbow.

as i stepped on the pedal, it spun forcefully alive,

as though it could take flight, right up into the sky.

the arms that you wrapped, around me from behind,

seemed to be a little tighter than your usual bind.

i followed the riverbend right to it's tip.

i went through the gate that had a "no entry" sign which was flipped.

throwing down the bicycle, i looked up into the sky.

the vivid colors of imagination, it just stuck into my mind.

i tried to remember, how you smiled back then,

but without any luck, i just can't seem to recall them.

I remembered, from that day, the colors of the wind,

the times, and the dreams, they help the day begin.

we wanted to paint a tomorrow, perfect and with valour,

it seemed that we used too much of the pretty colors.

so let's paint tomorrow, hand in hand, once again.

using our broken dreams as the base of our paint.

as if the sad pages of our lives didn't exist.

we painted many colors over our unhappiness.

a page with so many colors, it'll never be white again.

but that's alright, with the coming of tomorrow, that's when we'll begin.

inspired by the lyrics of アオゾラペダル (Aurora Pedal) By Arashi.

image credits to Emindeath, deviantart.