Kisetsu wa tsugitsugi shinde yuku zetsumei no koe ga kaze ni naru
Iromeku machi no yoenai otoko tsuki wo miageru no wa koko ja busui
Doro ni ashi mo tsureru seikatsu ni ame wa ARUKOORU no aji ga shita
APASHII na me de samayou machi de kyodoufushin no INOSENTO ekimae nite
Boku ga boku to yobu ni wa futashika na hantoumei na kage ga ikiteru fuu da
Ame ni utaeba kumo wa wareru ka nigiyaka na natsu no hikarabita inochi da
Haikei imawashiki kako ni tsugu zetsuen no shi
Saitei na hibi no saiaku na yume no zangai wo sutete wa yukezu koko de ikitaeyou to
Kousei hana wa saki kimi ni tsutau hensen no shi
Kunou ni mamirete nageki kanashimi sore de mo todaenu uta ni hi wa sasazu to mo
Ashita wa tsugitsugi shinde yuku seite mo oitsukezu kako ni naru
Ikiisoge bokura tomoru hi wa setsuna ikiru imi nado wa ato kara tsuku
Kimi ga kimi de iru ni wa futashika na fuantei na jiga ga kimi wo kiraou to
Semete utaeba yami wa hareru ka negusareta yume ni azukatta inochi da
Haikei imawashiki kako ni tsugu zetsuen no shi
Saitei na hibi no saiaku na yume no zangai wo sutete wa yukezu koko de ikitaeyou to
Kousei hana wa saki kimi ni tsutau hensen no shi
Kunou ni mamirete nageki kanashimi sore de mo todaenu uta ni hi wa sasazu to mo
Tsukareta kao ni ashi wo hikizutte terikaesu yuuhi ni kao wo shikamete
Ikou ka modorou ka nayami wa suru kedo shibaraku sureba arukidasu senaka
Sou da ikaneba naranu nani wa naku to mo ikite yuku no da
Bokura wa douse hirotta inochi da koko ni oiteku yo nakenashi no
Haikei ima wa naki kako wo omou boukyou no shi
Saitei na hibi ga saiaku na yume ga hajimari datta to omoeba zuibun tooku da
Douse hana wa chiri rinne no wa ni kaeru inochi
Kunou ni mamirete nageki kanashimi sore de mo todaenu uta ni hi wa sasazu to mo
The seasons die out, one after another - cries of death take the place of wind...
A man, unsusceptible to the charms of the city, looks up at the moon and notices how inelegant it all is.
In an everyday life that's like trudging through mud, the rain itself tastes of alcohol;
Wandering the city with apathetic eyes, suspicious innocents gather around the station.
In order to uphold the unsteady fact that I’m "me", it’s like my half-transparent shadow has come to life.
If I were to sing in the rain, would these clouds finally part? My life is bone dry amidst this bustling summer...
I address a poem of farewell to my loathsome past;
I have to abandon the remains of these terrible days- these horrid dreams... even if it kills me!
In the next life, a flower will bloom to tell you a poem of transition;
Filled with suffering - grieving and moaning, but never dying out... even when starved of sunlight.
Each tomorrow dies out, one after another; even hurrying, they're unreachable as they become the past...
But for we who hurry through life, our flames are fickle; we’re always adding meaning after the fact.
In order to uphold the unsteady fact that you’re "you", your unstable ego ventures to despise you.
If you were just able to sing, would the darkness be dispelled? Your life has been left up to a dream rotten at its core.
I address a poem of farewell to my loathsome past;
I have to abandon the remains of these terrible days- these horrid dreams... even if it kills me!
In the next life, a flower will bloom to tell you a poem of transition;
Filled with suffering - grieving and moaning, but never dying out... even when starved of sunlight.
With a tired face, we limp along... squinting our eyes at the reflected sunset.
We spend time wondering if we should go on, or head back - but after the slightest hesitation, our forms are seen moving onward.
That’s right, we have to go! Even if we have nothing, we have to go on living!
After all, our lives were scrounged up along the way; we’ll leave what little we can behind as we proceed.
I address a nostalgic poem, reflecting upon my expired past;
When I realize those terrible days- those horrid dreams... were really the beginning, they seem so far away!
Our flowers will surely wilt one day, returning to the circle of life -
Filled with suffering - grieving and moaning, but never dying out... even when starved of sunlight.