Kisetsu Wa Tsugitsugi Shindeiku

Seasons are dying one after another
The voice of death becomes the wind
A distant man in the colorful city night
Looking up at the moon is tasteless here

In a life tangled in mud
The rain tasted like alcohol
In the city wandering with apathetic eyes
In front of the innocent station of mutual distrust

To call myself 'me' is uncertain
A translucent shadow lives like the wind

If you sing in the rain, will the clouds part?
The lively summer light is a bud

A poem of estrangement is told in the background of a detestable past
Unable to discard the regrets of the worst dreams of the worst days
Let's live here

A poem of transition is blooming in the androgynous flower and passed on to you
Suffering, lamenting, and sorrow
Yet in the unyielding song
Even if the sun doesn't shine

Tomorrow, the blue hands that die one after another will become the past without catching up
We hurry, the days we light are fleeting
The meaning of life is created later

To be yourself is uncertain
The unstable ego dislikes you

At least if you sing, will the darkness clear?
The life entrusted to a dim dream

A poem of estrangement is told in the background of a detestable past
Unable to discard the regrets of the worst dreams of the worst days
Let's live here

A poem of transition is blooming in the androgynous flower and passed on to you
Suffering, lamenting, and sorrow
Yet in the unyielding song
Even if the sun doesn't shine

Dragging tired faces
Facing the setting sun

Should we go or should we return, we ponder
But after a while, we start walking

That's right, we must go
Even if there's nothing, we must live

We are just picked up lives anyway
Leaving them here, unable to cry

Now the detestable past cries, a poem of nostalgia
If we think the worst days and worst dreams were the beginning
It seems so far away

Anyway, flowers fall and return to the cycle of life
Suffering, lamenting, and sorrow
Yet in the unyielding song
Even if the sun doesn't shine

Seasons are coming back one after another