Why is it that I feel nostalgic now remembering
The warmth when we hold our hands?
Why? Summer rain in an abyss
Your smiling gaze makes me want to cry

Call out to me with that voice

This weakness I can't speak of to a soul -
I realize that it's a support upon which to stand strong
You're dear to me because we're so different
I just want to understand who we are

As we live on, our scars increase
And yet we still search on for our reason
As they stack up, they become more beautiful
I want to understand right now; I want to shout it all out

I'm here, I'm here

You've paid for it
Try to catch me
Why did it turn out like this?

I'm here, I'm here

An overflowing glow,
What's ahead of path that splits and then is cut off
To the connection - either that, to us, who have deceived and played it down as we saw fit -
Time is very silent, frighteningly so
Wasting this knowledge left unused; taking the penalty

Severing ties - only forgiving the same colors
So are you going to kill us with yesterday again? When you harped on all that wasn't
(try to catch me, why did it turn out like this?)
It's invariable: if you take the pain which was captured at too revealing of a resolution
And cover up even that as "love", that's just not you anymore
(that's just not you anymore)

This awareness that I won't speak of to a soul -
I bury it away into the depths of concrete
And it's because we're so different that you're dear to me
I just want to go after this event

"Turning even sorrow to money
Nothing is more sublime than you as you grasp your brush" - tell me that

Suffering, drunken on the silence that flutters to and fro
Before long, even the camellia leaves will fall
As we suffer, only more consequences close in on us
So that we just walk through the white midnight

From the moment we were brought into life, we've known
That surely, with every mistake we've made
We were wishing for nothing but the best - we must have been

Everything we can't speak of to a soul -
The more we come to know it, we turn pale
And all the things that are "wrong" become dear to us
I just want to understand who we are

As we live on, our scars increase
Tie together a knot to overwrite that
And become beautiful!
I want to understand right now; I want to shout it all out