Anemone No Saku Haru Ni
Asian Kung-fu Generation
In the Spring When Anemones Bloom
Dear winter morning, white sighs
Is there somewhere the words to be written?
Searching for an unclear melody
Still haven't reached it
Miracles beyond imagination happen at once
Only nameless sadness remains unchanged today
Disappeared into the air without a destination
Just like you all
Sincerely
Too late
The red flower has withered
You were always happy
Too late
Dear marching, monkey-like people
Will you be able to walk on two legs until you reach Deano?
Primitive humans fall in love with the magic of fire
The tower collapses and falls
If you need to sigh, let it out to grandma
Look, in the skull
Tens of thousands of years ago
I will follow you someday
Sincerely
Too late
The red flower has withered
You were always happy
Too late
Dear beloved family and friends
Warriors and nobles, it has become a chaotic era
The original line of this universe is chaotic, it seems
It's not too late
In the night where there's nothing to do but sulk
Forgive my bad habit of only writing irony
Hoping to meet you again someday
Coffee is bitter again today
Sincerely
Too late
The red flower has withered
You were always happy
Too late
The red flower has withered
You were happy today
