僕らはそれを愛と呼んだ (bokura wa sore wo ai to yonda)

Petals were falling, someone was crying at 2am, the remaining flowers on the outstretched palm were wilted

If we can't change, why do things that we don't want to change end up changing?

Under the crimson-dyed sky, we called it love. We embraced this silly form of love created by something unchanging, thinking it was fine the way it was, even with its bumps and thorns. I remember that day when we cried, thinking that even the thorns were precious to us, even if our hearts were hurt

Memories scatter at 3am. Someone was laughing. The street lights were like sunlight filtering through the trees. I entrusted the murky night to them

If you don't understand, why do you pretend that you understand so well when you can't understand each other that well?

Under the crimson-tinted sky, we called it love, something unchanging, a pointless form of love we created, we embraced it as it was, saying it was fine the way it was, even the thorns that hurt our bodies were precious, we pictured that day when we cried

How many times have my heart been hurt? I've been collecting things I don't know and don't understand. I've been collecting things I don't know and I couldn't unravel them

On nights lit by the light I picked up like that, I believe there is someone close by, looking beautiful

Under the crimson-colored sky, we called it love

Beneath the crimson-dyed sky, we called it love. We created something unchanging. The meaningless form of love we created was fine as it was. We embraced each other, knowing that even our bodies would hurt. I remember the day we cried, saying that even your voice was precious to us

We remain unchanged