I still, still write letters. They probably, probably have no meaning
If so, if so, then I’ll paint a picture. However, however, it won’t remain
I saw a dream that had no name, and I shouted out, drenched in sweat
If I follow this path despite that, I’ll fall into ruin all by myself

If I mix together red, blue, and grief,
They make a color like this
If my naive desires start pouring out,
They’ll just spill over quietly

Ink has fallen inside my heart with a brilliant sadness
If I were able to keep it clear, would I have been able to get by without losing anything?
If I trick myself into dozing off, I tremble. I’m filled with a soul I’ve no need for
In the darkness of the blink of an eye, look, look, it’s this beautiful

Night–every time I remember. Shadows–I lose the place where I belong
Lies–I see and pretend that I didn’t. A voice–at last I fall into depravity

Dissonance flows throughout my body,
A fantastical tune that seems noisy
Where is the serenity that’s gone missing?
I’ll gently bring it back again

The sadness getting muddy is ink blotting the inside of my chest
If it had become clear, would I have been able to get by without knowing anything?
The illusions mixed together are nothing but dreams I don’t even want to see
In the darkness of each and every second, see, see, it just keeps spreading

Un, deux, trois
I’ll spin countless times on my tiptoes
Just don’t stop the accompaniment
Drums, base, guitar
(…. silence)

Ink has fallen inside my heart with a brilliant sadness
If I were able to keep it clear, would I have been able to get by without losing anything?
If I trick myself into dozing off, I tremble. I’m filled with a soul I’ve no need for
In the darkness of the blink of an eye, look, look, it’s this beautiful

It’s this beautiful, it’s this beautiful