the GazettE, again. The song is Baretta.

Credit [DIS] for english lyrics:

The wet sunflowers hope hope for the future for the two of us.
They bloom kindly with calm faces, it is like protecting us.
They await the day.

I look at a puddle and float you there. I still feel you by my side now.
I scolded you when we didn´t understand each other well.
The hand is still painful.

You were taken by the silence, and I saw it.
The illusion which cannot be called happiness helps me
not to forget the day

When I close my ear to the voice, I get just confused with the memories.
I want you to remember the days.

?Please, stay here“, so I hoped.
The rain and separation at the end of May are the same as that day.
They make the second time meeting wet and shakey.
And I will laugh about the fact that everything was a dream.

I cannot describe the fear for tomorrow. I can feel it when we touch fingers.
Only. I wish for the realities in the two of us rather than hug you.

The dream-like days are too short. Your dying words are so calm and…

?Please do not forget“, so I hoped.
The sky after the rain at the beginning of June is the same as that day.
The sun said good-bye for a second time.
And it laughed at me about the fact that everything was a dream,
a daring dream.

Today I live for seeing the [Barrette] which you left.