On a short summer night halfway through the season, with lies making me dizzy
To doubt them would be somehow despicable
I recognized those white, white arms under the sunlight
If I were to forget... could they warm me up from freezing of cold?
What’s more, at this rate it doesn’t matter if I don’t go back and forth
Snow on a bamboo hat proves that nature causes disasters
Before it turns black, I’ll go to work in the fields
I blame the hope of that summer in saying that the hard times are over
If I look up at the sky... a pair of sal trees tempts me in gray [1]
What’s more, at this rate I’m not sick of the lack of complexity
If I meet someone, I’ll take back my memories
If I make my throat work, you’ll spill over and overflow
...I don’t want to know any more than this
What’s more, at this rate it’s all right if I can just stay asleep
Ah! The nape of your neck
is surely now already letting the pure-white chance pass by
A translation to this song:
On a short summer night halfway through the season, with lies making me dizzy To doubt them would be somehow despicable
I recognized those white, white arms under the sunlight If I were to forget... could they warm me up from freezing of cold? What’s more, at this rate it doesn’t matter if I don’t go back and forth
Snow on a bamboo hat proves that nature causes disasters Before it turns black, I’ll go to work in the fields
I blame the hope of that summer in saying that the hard times are over If I look up at the sky... a pair of sal trees tempts me in gray [1] What’s more, at this rate I’m not sick of the lack of complexity
If I meet someone, I’ll take back my memories If I make my throat work, you’ll spill over and overflow
...I don’t want to know any more than this What’s more, at this rate it’s all right if I can just stay asleep Ah! The nape of your neck is surely now already letting the pure-white chance pass by