A bottle of things I can’t wait to see;

A bottle, full of my mere fantasies.

Playing marbles outside with you,

Feeling my pain; seeing it through—

Seeing the sunset; watching it through,

Full of hopes and dreams, for and with you,

We watched blooming fireworks within the sky;

I fell in love, but with who, and then why?

The sunset sky I hated to see;

The sky; full of dreadful fantasies.

A bottle in hand, I laugh and then stand;

I'm reluctant to crush it—

The definition of “lovesick.”

So they won’t laugh, 

I hold my breath,

I’m drowning within

Useless regrets—

I’m sitting with you,

Now one; back then: two—

The flaming petals burst and sway,

Full of things I couldn’t say that day.

I’m crying, but smiling;

I’m laughing, but dying—

The fireworks burst, now afraid to die;

My drink overflows, trapping me inside—

Don’t you reach out

Or make a sound—

I press your lips to mine, afraid to die;

You cling to me, also trapped inside—

This Ramune overflows within hopeful guise—

I can’t touch the marble,

But I’m still alive.