That dream is where our hearts reside—
A place more fragile than life itself.
We throw it away, then find it again… over and over…
So let it be put to rest here and now.
Our pleas are interrupted by a pulsing urge:
The more we forget, the more we end up remembering…

In this beautiful, cruel world,
We constantly question why we’re even still alive.
Ahh, with these strengths… these weaknesses…
What can we possibly manage to protect?
Now that nothing makes sense anymore…

The sky must feel miserable;
Ash and mirages dance on high.
Frozen by warm words,
Sleep now… unbeknownst to the world.
Within sticky illusions, our grief is hidden away…
Until it latches on again, squeezing tight enough to tear us apart.

In this beautiful, cruel world,
We constantly beg death to wait just a little longer.
Ahh, we’re birds sitting on a fence, never taking flight…
We don’t even know for sure
If lies are more beautiful than the truth.

It’s too bad… if we were a song,
We’d raise our sails to the approaching wind…
We’d deliver hope to someone else,
Never losing our way…

In this beautiful, cruel world,
We constantly question why we’re even still alive.
Ahh, with these strengths… these weaknesses…
What can we possibly manage to protect?
Now that nothing makes sense anymore…

その夢は　こころの居場所
生命(いのち)より　壊れやすきもの
何度でも　捨てては見つけ
安らかに　さぁ眠れ
脈打つ衝動に　願いは犯され
忘れてしまうほど　また想い出すよ

この　美しき残酷な世界では
まだ生きていること「何故」と問うばかりで…
嗚呼ボクたちは　この強さ　弱さで
何を護るのだろう　もう理性など
無いならば

あの空は　切ないのだろう
舞い上がる　灰と蜃気楼
温かい　言葉に凍え
人知れず　さぁ眠れ
ねばつく幻想に　嘆きは隠され
千切ってしまうほど　また絡みつくよ

この　美しき残酷な世界では
ただ死んでゆくこと「待て」と乞うばかりで…
嗚呼ボクたちは　風見鶏　飛べずに
真実は嘘より　綺麗かどうか
分からない

もしもボクら歌ならば
あの風に　帆を上げ
迷わずにただ　誰かの元へ
希望　届けに行くのに

この　美しき残酷な世界では
まだ生きていること「何故」と問うばかりで…
嗚呼ボクたちは　この強さ　弱さで
何を護るのだろう　もう理性など
無いならば