Kagerou Days

Around 12:30 PM on August 15,
The weather's nice.

Under the blinding sun that could make you sick,
With nothing to do, I was just chatting with you.

But, well, I guess I hate summer," you said, petting a cat,
While you were dozing off.

Ah, chasing after the cat that ran away,
I jumped right into a traffic light that turned red.

A truck with a baseball bat dragged you away, screaming,
The color of blood mixed with your scent, bursting out in laughter.

Like a mirage that seems unreal, it says, "This isn't a lie," and laughs.
Everything went crazy with the summer's light blue and the cicadas' noise.

The clock's hands ringing in the bed where I woke up,
What time is it now?

It points to just past midnight on August 14,
I remembered the cicadas' loud cries.

But, you know, it's a bit strange,
I recalled the dream I had yesterday in the same park.

"Should we head home now?" When I stepped onto the road,
Everyone around was looking up, mouths agape.

A falling iron pole pierced through you,
The shrill scream and the sound of wind chimes tangled in the trees.

The exaggerated mirage laughed, saying, "This isn't a dream,"
In my blurred vision, I felt like I saw your profile smiling.

No matter how many times the world goes crazy, the mirage laughs and takes it away,
Repeating for decades. You must have noticed by now.

If this is such a common story, the ending must be just one,
Beyond those repeated summer days.

I pushed through and jumped in, and in that moment, I hit a truck.
The color of blood reflected in your eyes and my creaking body.

When I laughed at the complaining mirage, saying, "Serves you right,"
It was truly just another summer day.

Something like that ended right here.

Waking up on the bed of August 14,
The girl was just

Still not okay," holding the cat alone.