Hurry up and unlock my functions;
I need to confirm the cold I’m feeling at the tip of my nose.
I don’t want to forget this first intention,
But I hear no one can stop from getting old.
Disinfect me; I’m sorry, I got a little bit dirty.
I’m no longer pure, but at least clean the shell that covers me.
A hasty temperature pays no mind to reason,
And offers kind words as I tremble in fear.
Disinfect me… on nights when I think of something terrible.
I’m no longer pure, but at least clean the shell that covers me.
The unpure me… grows older.
I can’t imagine being any sadder.
I can’t imagine anything more agonizing.
I want you to understand so bad it’s embarrassing…
Please! I don’t care if I fall apart! I want to feel this unfamiliar feeling… and everything beyond it.
I want to touch it… but I’ll melt,
That cruel temperature… steals my heart away,
Even if I… were to disappear,
Even if I were to disappear… from your side…
Your temperature will turn me to liquid; please don’t try to stop me.
Just look after me until that time comes.