That was true love
It was just like dreaming
That’s why, so it wouldn’t become a sad song
I wished for a wonderful ending everyone would envy
The crowd of people at Cherry Blossom Street
Seems just like the zombie drama we saw together
Even now, I’m an amateur shot
Because I can’t even protect myself
Ah, I still can’t forget about
The warmth and tenderness of our joined hands
Now, I’m wishing for the strength
To walk alone into this spring storm
Even if I kick the blue sky far away
So that you could be my final love
If I were that kind of brave fighter
We would have been eternal, wouldn’t we?
We were so similar,
I lived watching you, like my reflection in the mirror
Yes, they said we were a well-matched couple
But I slipped up and lost all of that
You were selfish, and now you’re gone
I can’t hear your laughter or scolding anymore
So that I can’t seek you
So that I don’t have miserable dreams
So that I don’t remember our memories
So that I could forget about even forgetting
I cut my hair, rented a new apartment
I got rid of your traces entirely, but
It feels like, at any moment now
I could disappear into this spring storm
Even if the earth one day shatters
We laughed saying we’d be all right as long as we’re together
I’m tangled up with electric cables, dying on my feet
Just like a red balloon
Doing nothing but waiting for a crumpled-up future
Like petals fluttering in the starry sky
I at least wanted to properly fall in the end
Shoot me to death, hold me tightly
Then push the gun into your temple and fire