Kagerou Days

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

Under the blinding sun, it feels like I might get sick,
With nothing to do, I was just messing around with you.

But, you know, I think I hate summer,” you mumbled,
Petting a cat, looking all sulky.

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

A truck came barreling through, dragging you away, screaming,
The color of blood splattered, mixing with your scent, laughing maniacally.
A mirage that feels like a lie is saying, “It’s not a lie.”
Everything went crazy with the summer’s blue, stirred up by the cicadas’ sound.

The clock woke up, ringing out in the bed,
What time is it now?

It points to just past midnight on August 14,
I remembered the cicadas’ annoying 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,
Screams and the sound of wind chimes tangled in the trees.
A forced mirage is saying, “It’s not a dream.”
In my blurred vision, I felt like your profile was smiling.

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

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 an instant, I hit the truck,
The color of blood splattered, reflecting off your eyes and my crumpled body.
When I laughed at the mirage that seemed to complain, “Serves you right,”

It was just another typical summer day,
Something like that ended right here.

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

Holding a cat, saying, “I failed again.”