Kyuukurarin (きゅうくらりん)

Noisily cried looking at the clock
Surely, surely, the smell of past eight through the mirror
The pale face hasn't changed, that's good
Next to the soggy pink upper wooden bowl of the heart

The buds that grew big and connected
Are so foolish like this

Ah, I'll turn into a fossil
Ah, it hurts to try to fix it
If I can't laugh properly
Because I don't have any remarkable qualities

What if the emptiness doesn't fill up?
What if everything is exposed?
Ah, your right Donari
Me, Kyukkurarin

The pine needles I pulled close to me
The withered buds
Are so filthy and lovely

Ah, I'll turn into a curse
Ah, I have to say I've given up
Because the noise won't stop in my head

What if the emptiness doesn't fill up?
What if everything is exposed?
Ah, just like that child said
It's the end

Ah, I'll become happy
Ah, it's painful to lose
If everything goes to waste
I'll receive the punishment of love

If I could cry in your
Terribly kind chest, what would I do?
The last thing I saw was such a dream
Me, Tube Lalin