August 5, a Saturday: there's not a cloud in the sky.   If you pay attention, I'll say goodbye from the top of a building.   August 3, a Thursday: there's a scar on my heart,   the sixth scar, shredding it to pieces, breaking everything apart, everything.      When we met I realized my foolishness.   I could not believe in people, and I hurt them.   Why do I still love you without learning from my mistakes?   This way, it's seems I'll never be able to forget what it is to love, but...      Believing is happiness. It seems that,    crying all alone so as not to be noticed, you wouldn't understand that.      More than this, I don't want to hurt you more than this.    But right now, you're the only one I've wanted to love.      There've been times I've tried to forget, but now I just want to hold you.      Believing is happiness. I knew your past.   Even though you're one who can't forget...      More than this, I don't want to hurt you more than this.    But you're the only one I cant hold with all my might.      August 5: In a sunny, cloudless sky   this is the end already. I see myself spread on the ground.      Hold you, gaze at you,   Love you, Think of you.