|Running Time||5:40 Minutes|
青い栞 Aoi Shiori (Blue Bookmark) is the opening song of the Anohana series, and is sung by Galileo Galilei.
押し花の栞はさんで 君と転がす使い捨ての自転車 忘れかけの煉瓦を 積み上げてはくずした
そうやって今は僕の方へ 押しつける陽射しの束 まだ二人はすぐそこにいるのに 「どうかまた会えますように」なんて どうかしてるみたい
一ページめくるてのひら くちびるで結んだミサンガ ねぇ今日も変わらない今日で 雨ふれば電話もできるよ そうやって今は君の方へ（いつのまにか切れたミサンガ） 押しつける僕の優しさを（でもなぜか言えないままだよ） 本当どうかしてるみたい
間に合ってよかった 街は知らないふりをきめて眠った 忘れかけの煉瓦を 積み上げた場所にゆこう
|Nanpeeji mo tsuiyashite tsudzurareta bokura no kibun
Doushite ka ichigyou no kuuhaku wo umerarenai
Oshibana no shiori hasande kimi to korogasu tsukaisute no jitensha Wasurekake no renga wo tsumiagete wa kuzushita
Ikooru e to hikizurarete iku kowai kurai ni aoi sora wo Asobitsukareta bokura wa kitto omoidasu koto mo nai
Sou yatte ima wa boku no hou e oshitsukeru hizashi no taba Mada futari wa sugu soko ni iru no ni "douka mata aemasu you ni" nante Douka shiteru mitai
Ichipeeji mekuru tenohira kuchibiru de musunda misanga Nee kyou mo kawaranai kyou de ame fureba denwa mo dekiru yo Sou yatte ima wa kimi no hou e (itsu no ma ni ka kireta misanga) Oshitsukeru boku no yasashisa wo (demo nazeka ienai mama da yo) Hontou douka shiteru mitai
Doreka hitotsu wo erabeba oto wo tatete kowareru Sore ga ai da nante odokete kimi wa waratteta
Ma ni atte yokatta machi wa shiranai furi wo kimete nemutta Wasurekake no renga wo tsumiageta basho ni yukou
Umi wo miwatasu saka wo kakenobotte kowai kurai ni aoi sora to Migite ni saidaa hidarite wa zutto kimi wo sagashiteru
Sou yatte fusaida ryou no te de dakishimete iru haru no kaze Mada jikan wa bokura no mono de "itsuka, wasurete shimau kyou da ne" nante Iwanai de hoshii yo
Sou yatte "ima" wa boku no hou e toitsumeru koto mo nakute Mada futari wa sugu soko ni iru darou "sou da, kuuhaku wo umeru kotoba wa" Iya, mada iwanai de okou
Ichipeeji makuru tenohira kuchibiru de hodoita misanga Shihatsu densha mabara na shiawase nee, kyou mo kawaranai kyou da
Hontou douka shiteru mitai
Our feelings have been written down over countless pages,
But for some reason, I just can't fill in this one line of blank space.
I put in a pressed flower as a bookmark and roll along with you on the bike we found thrown away. We piled up the bricks we've forgotten and then tore them back down.
We're being pulled to the same level, to be equals. All tired out from having fun I'm sure that we won't remember the frighteningly blue sky.
In that way, a bundle of sunlight now pushes in my direction. The two of you are still right there, but I find myself praying that we can meet again. There must be something wrong with me.
My hand that turns to the next page, and the misanga I fastened with my lips... Hey, today is today, and that won't change; if it rains, we can still talk on the phone. In that way, I now push (Before I knew it, the misanga came off,) My kindness in your direction. (But for some reason, I can't say it.) There really must be something wrong with me.
If you choose any one, it will break with a sound - That is what love is, I joked, and you laughed.
Good thing, I made it on time. Deciding to pretend not to know, the city went to sleep. Let's go to the place where we piled the bricks we've forgotten.
Running up the hill that looks out over the sea, under the frighteningly blue sky, My right hand holds a soda, and my left hand is always searching for you.
In that way, with my two occupied arms, I embrace the spring wind. Time is still ours to spend, so I'd love it if you wouldn't say That we'll forget this day someday.
In that way, the present comes toward me without asking me any questions. I suppose the two of you are still right there. "Oh, right, the words to fill in the blank are-" No, I won't say it just yet.
My hand that turns to the next page, and the misanga I untied with my lips... The first train of the day, and a sparse bit of happiness... Hey, today is today, and that won't change.