YUKI - Honey and Clover OST - Dramatic
текст песни

Nakushita yakusoku wa hoshi ni omoide wa toke nai

Yottsuba no KUROOBA sagashi nagara kimi no kao
Chirari nusumi mite wa me wo sorasu
Arekara dore kurai yoru wo koeta no?
Nigate na tokoro kara nigeteru no?
Fuku wo kigaete mado no soto wo mite miyou
Shinkokyuu shite mieru keshiki wa chigau hazu dawa
Kowareta taisetsu na mono to
Itsuka mata aeru hi ga kurukashira
Nokoshita kizuato ga kie nai
Sorezore no basho made
Mou ika nakuccha

POPURA namiki dase nai mama no RAVU RETAA
Nando mo te wo furi kaeshita wakareki wa
Osanaikoro omoi egaiteta subete wa
Kanaeraretaka no yo uni mieta no ni
Yasashii ame wa furu watashi-tachi no ue ni
Surechigau hito no kazu dake
DORAMACHIKKU ni naru no
Nakushita yakusoku wa hoshi ni
Omoide wa toke naide soba ni aru
Ima kokoro wa kiyoshiku hikaru namida de mie naku naru
Sasayakana nagareboshi wo hitotsubu
Te no hira ni ageru kara

Kowareta taisetsu na mono to
Itsuka mata aeru hi ga kurukashira
Nokoshita kuchiduke wa kie nai
Sorezore no basho made
Mou ikanakuccha

Перевод:)
Although past promise has become the star, the memory will never be lost.

While searching for the four-leaf clover,
I stole a glance at your face, but my sight turned away immediately...
Since then, just how many nights have passed?
Will I just run away from this place that I hate?
I change my dress, and take a look at the outside of the window.
If I take a deep breath, the scenery shall appears to be different.
With the precious thing broken,
can we still be reunited again someday?
The remaining scar won’t vanish,
yet we have to go to
our own separated place.

Between the poplar trees, the feelings in this love letter
has always been returned in the verge of farewell.
All of my childhood wishes,
do they need to be granted to be remembered?
The gentle rain falls above us.
Only for the people who miss each other,
it will be dramatic
Although past promise has become the star,
the memory will never be lost, it’ll stay by my side.
Now, my heart is hidden in the pure shining tears.
If only the tip of the modest shooting star is so small,
then I’ll hold it within my palm.

With the precious thing broken,
can we still be reunited again someday?
The taste of your kiss won’t vanish,
yet we have to go to
our own separated place.