Kisetsu Wa Tsugitsugi Shindeiku

Seasons are dying one after another
The voice of death becomes the wind
The hungry man in the colorful city
Looking up at the moon is tasteless here

In a life tangled in mud
The rain tasted like alcohol
In the city wandering with apathetic eyes
In front of the innocent station of shared suspicion

To call myself me is uncertain
A translucent shadow lives like the wind

If you sing in the rain, will the clouds part?
The bustling summer light is a bud

A poem of estrangement to the detestable past
Of the worst dreams of the worst days
Unable to discard the regrets
Let's live here

A poem of transition passed on to the former lord by the light
Smeared with anguish, lament, and sorrow
Yet in the unwavering song
Even if the sun doesn't shine

Tomorrow will die one after another, becoming the past without catching up in haste
We, in a hurry, the days we live are fleeting
The meaning of life is realized later

To be yourself is uncertain
The unstable ego dislikes you

At least if you sing, will the darkness clear?
It's a life entrusted to a dream that has been put to sleep

A poem of estrangement to the detestable past
Of the worst dreams of the worst days
Unable to discard the regrets
Let's live here

A poem of transition passed on to the former lord by the light
Smeared with anguish, lament, and sorrow
Yet in the unwavering song
Even if the sun doesn't shine

Dragging our tired faces
Facing the setting sun shining

Should we go or should we return, we ponder
But after a while, we'll start walking

That's right, we must go
Even if there's nothing, we must live

We are just picked up lives anyway
Leaving them here, without tears

A poem of homesickness thinking of crying past
The worst days and the worst dreams
If you think it was the beginning
It's quite far away

Anyway, flowers fall and return to the cycle of life
Smeared with anguish, lament, and sorrow
Yet in the unwavering song
Even if the sun doesn't shine

Seasons are coming back one after another