Floating garden lanterns and drifting pygmy water lilies
The deep vermillion peacock sleeps
A busy shopping district of puppets and rats
We sleep by calming the hustle and bustle

There is no jealousy, impatience, or anxiety here
No criticism, politics, or desires
A Utopia of unconditioned spontaneity
But you’re not here

Every lie told
Increases the scars

In the depths of a deep vermillion-colored city, pain and
Thirst is a dance that’s survived life
I don’t like self-serving idealists
Ideals aren’t enough to protect you with
Just hold me right here

A pair of butterflies slip through my fingers
Flapping away as they disappear, let them fly out to where you are

In the depths of a deep vermillion-colored city with you
We flailed about in an awkward dance
By killing self-serving fiction
I’ll love this trivial life with you
Just kiss you right here

浮かぶ灯籠と漂う未草
緋の孔雀は眠ってる
傀儡と鼠の繁華街
喧騒を宥めて眠るのです

ここには嫉妬　焦燥　不安はない
批判も偽政も欲望もない
無為自然の理想郷
だけど　君がいない

嘘をついた数だけ
傷跡が増えていく

朱い街の底で苦痛も
渇きも生き抜いたダンス
都合の良い夢想家が嫌いだ
理想では君を守れない
もうここでいいから抱き締めて

番いの蝶が指の間　すり抜けて
ぱたぱたと　消えて行く　君のもとまで　飛んで行け

朱い街の底で君と
踠いた　不恰好なダンス
都合の良いフィクションを殺して
くだらない生活と君を愛す
もうここでいいから接吻をして