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On a day off, I woke to a room full of soft light. Alarm left off, my body got up on its own, and I started the laundry and made coffee. It's an ordinary Sunday, yet for some reason I fixed my hair in front of the mirror, even though I'm seeing no one. The shampoo I picked at the drugstore yesterday had a scent that person might use. The new mug too, I reached for the color they like. The moment I noticed, my face went hot all at once. The clothes hung on the balcony sway, and sunlight falls in a round patch on the floor. I open my phone, almost search for that person's name, and stop. Nothing has begun yet. It was an ordinary morning, yet everything I chose had turned their color. Since Friday night, there's a me who keeps wondering when we'll meet next. What scares me isn't being disliked, but this feeling changing. Yet when I looked in the mirror, there I was, smiling softer than yesterday. I won't name this feeling yet. I don't have to. In the Sunday sunlight, this room dyeing into your color is, right now, my favorite place.
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