My heart, like lead,
With a foolish expression,
I look around and get hurt for no reason.
I bite into a hamburger with imperfect seasoning,
And somehow I understand
The mechanism of the future.
I want to turn sepia,
Like that movie that touched me deeply.
I want to lower my sensitivity even more.
In this town,
I traced with a chocolate pen
A sign of love from long ago,
Suddenly remembered.
Feelings quietly dissolve,
Though it’s night, it doesn’t feel like night at all.
In the Shibuya patchwork, I pray,
Swayed by a feeling like Hayate’s,
I dance to the rhythm of tears,
Reluctantly, boldly, and cheerfully,
Alone in the city I admired,
Looking down from a lofty building.
I want a life where the way back home looks beautiful,
Even if it’s uncool,
I can’t even become that.
More, more, more,
I want to know the light more.
More, more, more.
I will continue to cry like this,
But I haven’t given up at all,
Stubbornly, in the same rhythm,
I dance through the night in this town.
Memories will die,
Before I know it, I can’t touch them, I forget them,
Still, I head towards the future,
Looking up at today without holding onto anything.
Feelings quietly dissolve,
Though it’s night, it doesn’t feel like night at all.
In the Shibuya patchwork, I pray,
Swayed by a feeling like Hayate’s,
I dance to the rhythm of tears,
Reluctantly, boldly, and cheerfully,
Alone in the city I admired,
Looking down from a lofty building.