I can almost recall something in the scent of the night. I’m all alone now, and I think of you.
Whose fault is it that nothing went well between us?
I’m so pathetic; I want to throw it all far away from here.
I hate that I’m like this,
But I’ve never been able to throw it away–
The warmth I knew in the past.
Ah, there’s a part of me nobody knows. Ah, there are nights I want no one to know about.
But I’ve started feeling hollow and scared, and I’m in a panic.
I get the feeling that I’ve been left behind all alone in the dark of the night.
Because I was pretending to be strong even in front of you, I felt isolated
Before I was even able to turn the things I wanted to convey to you and the things I wanted to say into words.
I’m sure that you were feeling an even greater sense of sadness and isolation.
You even tried to accept that and laughed when I was around,
But I was always running away.
Ah, there’s a part of me you don’t know, either. Ah, there are nights I want no one to know about.
But now that time has passed, I remember the things that were important to me.
I’ve lost a great number of them, and you should’ve been the most important of all.
I only noticed afterward, and I can’t even say I’m sorry.
I kept repeating self-indulgences and lined up words that seemed to suit the moment–
The dreams I spoke of that were all talk, and the kindness I overlooked.
Now they’re gone, and I have nothing. An illusion I saw within my insignificant self.
I cut through the night wind and break into a run; I’ll shake myself free of this.
Now I’m headed your way. I wonder if I’ll make it in time.