Fukurou (english)

This is probably, a love remedy.
The side-effects still won't go away,
I have gotten an anesthesia that will be 5 minutes long if you made it into a song.
I kissed someone that wasn't you. The small moon was looking from the corner of it's eye
I only think, about the thing that is farthest away.

Love sickness. Your voice that remains in my heart, it is something you left behind.
I wonder where my sleepness nights connect to?
I send a mail, an electric spell to the starless night sky,

The shadow looks pale. Color difference is out of range. If we were to meet, it would be Mahoroba**―――――.

I spread out my wings of my noisy heart. As I forget the light.
Darkness. Let me see a dream where I am close to touching you, Owl.
I shut my one eye that was crying.
As I payed for the tears that fell in the backstage of my memory, I looked into the future,
and I yearned for love, loved so deeply, became lonely, suffered, became sad,
I couldn't see, and the moment I flickered my eye, right now for an instance it's slow motion―――――.

I want to see you, I can't see you, as I chased and touched it, that flower was
soaking wet, an illusion.

Deeply in love, I suddenly laughed.
Self-satisfied. A ship that broke.
Once it sank, I became the same temperature as the night.
I'm full of letters of revision that the logic for words won't come undone.

Reversed thoughts. Whirling heart patterns. If I could meet you, it would be a nap―――――.

My creaking heart starts to wail, because my heart is going to break,
Darkness. Play a dream where I took you away, Owl.
As I crookedly lower my eyelids and lock up my memory,
the afterimage of the scattering feathers flutter all over the air.
We kissed, we hurt each other, we entwined, we came together, and started to fall down,
We passed eternity and at that moment, right at this instance, Isolation―――――.
Whenever and wherever I thought about you, this flower that I scattered also,
gets wet with tears, and becomes a heat haze.

As my final emotional argument, I have something I need to tell you.
We all want to be a little bit more happier than someone else.
The memory takes charge of my breath, and the feelings of love that start to go away,
is very similar to the light of that star that is now starting to disappear, and it looks helpless,
and as of today, I will stop the ritual of writing mails I will never send.
―――――and, me, you, will be forgotten.

"as I staggered and walked, it swung and swayed
―――――shine, you sparkled"

I spread out my wings of my noisy heart. As I forget the light.
Darkness. Let me see a dream where I am close to touching you, Owl.
I shut my one eye that was crying.
In the backstage of my memory, the afterimage of the scattering feathers flutter all over the air.
I jumped out of my lively heart. As I concealed the light.
Many times, I cut in front of the night and searched for the future.
I yearned for love, loved so deeply, became lonely, suffered, became sad,
I couldn't see, and the moment I flickered my eye, right now for an instance it's slow motion―――――.
I want to see you, I can't see you, as I chased and touched you, you were
soaking wet, an illusion.