A scream no one else can hear resounds inside us;
Those who pretend not to notice are just waiting for someone else to hear it.
The words I picked up at some point are like heavy armor,
Protecting me to the point of slowing me down.
These shoes that have lost their shine… that song I’ve forgotten…
I’ve decided there’s really no way to take them along without losing them somehow.
A scream no one else can hear resounds inside us;
With a sigh, I wonder what made me place my hand upon my heart.
Even if I’m reborn tomorrow, I’d just be a reincarnation of myself –
A mass-production model that sought to be loved, while still hating everything.
This heart belongs to me; it can recreate the world in any way I wish!
But really, I already know the ways it works… I always have.
Using someone else’s flag as a landmark,
I walk meekly… but I’m hiding the flag I made myself.
When I eventually realize things might just end this way,
I start to laugh as I walk… but I still can’t throw away that flag I made.
The light from those shoes that lost their shine… a song about that song I’d forgotten…
I’ve become so good at taking them along without losing them!
Your tears receive their wings from you, sparkling with pleasure and dancing through the sky –
A mass-production model that’s far too beautiful to ever be loved.
No matter how much I hate this heart that’s strengthened by sorrow, it won’t fade away… and I can’t destroy it!
But really, I already know the most beautiful thing of all… I always have.
Your tears receive their wings from you, sparkling with pleasure and dancing through the sky –
A mass-production model that sang of life up until everything faded to nothing.
That heart belongs to you; it’s produced by everything you’ve seen.
But really, I already know the most beautiful thing of all… I always have.