Shura

The street corner is colorful
The territory of merchants
Lonely ponytails
Swaying in the whirlwind

Pleasant temptation
The scent of camellias
On a cloudless afternoon
My carnage stirs

Burning feelings grow more melancholic
Finding overlapping memories, I bow my head
One, someone for me
Two, put out the fire
Three, make it fly
Four, yeah yeah

A swift blow
Electricity buzzing
Troubled eyelashes
There, the grave and the weeping

Smoldering feelings grow more melancholic
Thinning out memories of that day, growing up
One, someone for me
Two, light the fire
Three, burn it up
Four, yeah yeah