Wasabi Slit Gambling Club | Summer Day

A straw hat rests on the back As a blue bicycle rolls down the slope Your laughter outpaces the breeze And the ticket in my pocket has no destination "How far shall we go?" you ask "Until just before sunset," I reply Summer day—singing along with you The distant sea feels so much closer Summer day—the clouds unravel There’s nowhere I’d rather be than by your side La la la, la la la—on the way home La la la, la la la—taking the long way around An old song plays on a shop’s radio The marble in a bottle traps the light You take a sip, then share the rest with me We both make sour faces and burst into laughter "Not heading home yet?" you ask "Just a little longer," I reply Summer day—singing along with you The distant sea feels so much closer Summer day—the clouds unravel There’s nowhere I’d rather be than by your side La la la, la la la—on the way home La la la, la la la—taking the long way around A paper airplane, the color of the sunset I gently wrote your name upon it It soared off toward the fields beyond We can chase after it tomorrow, can’t we? Summer day—when I sing with you, The distant sea feels so close. Summer day—even as the seasons turn, I’ll never forget this day. La la la, la la la—on the way home, La la la, la la la—taking the long way around. "Let’s come back again." "Of course!" La la la, la la la—let’s sing together.