It was spring, he was only fourteen

When a girl, playing a melodica

Lied to him in the April breeze

He did not notice

How much he loved her so

Until she became no longer of this world

Her death, a fatal blow

Her final breath, he never heard

Her last words, he never knew

The one thing he had was her letter

With the words:

"Arima Kousei, I love you"

A preformace, which she would not see

His farewell, put into song

He heard the sound of his heart

Beating steadily, like a gong

He wanted to scream

But he swallowed the bitter of tears

Because it was her, who had told him:

"Play piano, forget your fears"

Months passed, spring was on its way

And he still heard her familiar voice say:

"Friend A"

That's right, he's only Friend A

But it was her Lie in April

And she'll come back,

He will wait.