春嵐 (shunran)

I, covered in illusions, seem like a god
Pretending to know true feelings
You're at fault, you tricksters

Even if you grasp something, it shatters the illusion
Waking up to reality is foolish
I won't compete with mere small fry

Calmly predicting, I speak because
I'm easily irritated and in pain

I read the spring storm, my heart cried and was hurt
That's just being conceited
I know that, but

Even my exhaled breath is probably tainted
Reflected in the blindfold
Wanting to be loved
Is a sin with a sweet scent

After finishing the swaying cider, let's say goodbye

My parched thoughts, where is the god in me?
Even if there's no particular anger
I'm unaware of acting

Yet I continue this story without ending
Hoping you, who still listens, will hear

I vowed to resist, my personality has peeled away
I'm prepared to accept disappointment

I read the spring storm, my heart cried and was hurt
That's just being conceited
I know that, but

Even my exhaled breath is probably tainted
Reflected in the blindfold
Wanting to be loved
Is a sin with a sweet scent

After finishing the swaying cider, let's say goodbye

I called for skill and you, my heart died and rotted
That's just being conceited
I know that, but

I called you an idiot, seeing your tainted self woke me up
Wanting to be loved
Is a sin with a sweet scent

After finishing the swaying cider, let's say goodbye
If we part ways and feel impatient, let's laugh again