This life is ruined, without a single thing in hand.
Here in a lonely, quiet space.

Everyone is bathing in someone else’s poetry, so they can shed tears.
Even that act lacks sufficient beauty,
Unpleasant as gum that’s lost all its flavor.
Rapidly developing a new concept of beauty,
Enforced by someone else.

If I were to wipe clear
The words I was using for effect, while hiding my wavering heart…

On days the rain is this cold, be sure to come pick me up!
Don’t let my long, long wait go to waste!

Right now is enough.
This alone is enough.
Someone is using someone else’s death, in order to shed tears.

On days the rain is this loud, be sure to tell me the truth!
No one can hear you anyway, so don’t agonize over it!

Don’t stay hidden in there
Forever.

一つも持たず落ちぶれた生活
心細い閑寂な宇宙で

誰もが誰かの詩を蔦って涙してる
それすらも不足の美とか
もう味わい切ったガムのように不快さ
徹底された新たな美意識は
急速に発達して

戸惑う旨を隠してエフェクトしていた言葉を
今クリアにするとしたら

これほど冷たい雨の日だけは迎えに来てね
この長い待ちぼうけを粗末にしないでよ

今だけで十分さ
これだけで十分さ
誰かが誰かの死を使って涙してる

これ程煩い雨の日だけは本当の事言ってね
誰にも聞こえないから煩っていないでよ

いつまでも
匿っていないでよ