Ano hi no gogo, The morning of that day

I feel like I was here a long time ago too
The classroom colored in the direction of the setting sun
Everyone who pointed and laughed at the bangs you cut too short and
To be me as myself and
Recklessly only looking ahead
Without giving up yourself this time to
Not notice you are being protected
The coordinates that everyone turns toward are different but
Our medley of HEART is the same now, isn