ー”Admiration” is just a fleeting thing,
A tool for enjoying the “present.”
Yet, it disturbs the human heart,
And I resentfully think, “You’re so sinful,” to you, who gives me smiles.
Suddenly, the passion cools like a lie.
I had such expectations,
But only the seasons pass by,
Only memories accumulate.
Continuing to sing as if possessed,
Because I felt that someday, my feelings would reach you.
To the point of becoming anxious about whether you can see,
Though you never come into my sight today either.
Even if my lips were forced to say, “Repay me some fraction of the life I gave you,”
I would at least want to remain clear,
And transparent,
Since it will all end up burnt to a crisp in the end anyway.
I may not improve in my crying,
And I may not be able to hide it well,
But anyone’s tears are clear and colorless.
It’s okay to cry with all your might.
Though I rejected being a “good person,”
I chose words that offend no one.
Even though I hate them behind their back,
I guess I just hate being hated.
Continuing to sing as if possessed,
Because I felt that someday, my feelings would reach you.
If just breathing isn’t enough,
Today too, I’ll die for you.
Even if my lips were forced to say, “I’ll repay some fraction of the life you gave me,”
I don’t want to hear it.
Even red blood,
Seems like it will turn transparent in the end.
Continuing to sing as if possessed,
Because I felt that someday, my feelings would reach you.
To the point of becoming anxious about whether you’re alive,
Though I can’t hear your answer today either.
Even if my lips were forced to say, “Repay me some fraction of the life I gave you,”
Surely everything,
Will be dyed
In a beautiful color I’ve never seen before.
Someday, to you.