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Mata nemurenai toiki Yoru no doko ka ni kakushite Hoshikunai mono no youni Tsumetai hitomi de hada wo ou Mayoi wo abaite mireba Itsumo tsumarenai mujun Ushinai kimeru kakugo mo naku Ai wo kizutsukeru Nigeru kimochi mo Nigasu tsumori mo nai no ni Sorashita shisen ni Mune ga tada kuruoshii kara Samishisa ni fureta te de Isso kokoro wo korosetara ii Subete ga kanawanai no nara Nani hitotsu nakute kamawanai Naze owaranai gensou Itami bakari wo nokoshite Kobamu tsuyosa de fureteshi mae ba Hakana sakara sukuowareru Tame iki ga furueru hodo kogoetemo Itsumo tame rai no machibuse Damaraseru kuchibiru no sono kawaki ga Ai wo kurushimeru Dakishimeru no mo kowasu no mo Mou onaji tsumi na no ni Totemo hikyou ni Jounetsu de tojikometeiru Munashisa wo tsutsumu te de Isso kokoro wa korosetara ii Subete ga kanawanai no nara Nani hitotsu nakute kamawanai Samishisa ni fureta te de Isso kokoro wo korosetara ii Subete ga kanawanai no nara Nani hitotsu nakute kamawanai |
Again a sleepless sigh hides somewhere in the night; like something unwanted, with cold eyes you follow my skin. If I try to reveal my perplexity I always betray (reveal) a contradiction; finished decisions and resolutions are lost, [and] I hurt my love. Without wanting an escape or intending to be set free, my heart is simply obsessed by that averted gaze; so with a hand that trembles with loneliness, it would be better to kill [my own] heart instead. If nothing at all can be done, then I won't regret a single thing. Why is it that unfinished illusions leave behind nothing but pain? If, refusing strength, I am utterly swayed, fleeting disobedience saves me. If there's another trembling sigh, it freezes me again; there's always an ambush of hesitation. The thirst of lips that are forced to be silent torments love. If I hold you tightly, if I break down, although it feels like the same crime, through utter cowardice I'm imprisoned by passion. With a hand engulfed in futility it would be better to kill [my own] heart instead. If nothing at all can be done, then I won't regret a single thing. With a hand that trembles with loneliness, it would be better to kill [my own] heart instead. If nothing at all can be done, then I won't regret a single thing. |