Sore Dewa, Mata Ashita

Seems transparent, sad enough to freeze
It seems clear, don't interfere, never again
Spirits, ending in ghosts, disappear with the image
Seeking resonance, like striking

What he sought, what she shed
What you mourned, is none other than today
Like someone hid, like we lost
Can we regain those ordinary days, then, see you tomorrow

Not interested, as if there's nothing
From transparency to distress, ignorance when apart
It won't go that way, can't escape, never again
No transparency, like striking

What he sought, what she shed
What you mourned, is none other than today
Like someone hid, like we lost
Can we regain those ordinary days, then, see you tomorrow

Disgusting, forming a circle, becoming simple
Agree or disagree, what are you doing
Holding hands, counting one, two, three and driving out
Who's the heretic, who's the heretic

What he sought, what she shed
What you mourned, is none other than today
Like someone hid, like we lost
Can we regain those ordinary days, then, see you tomorrow