Today my frame of mind is a bit strange,
but I can't say exactly why.
It's like having several symptoms of sorrow,
but I don't know what the illness is.
Above me is the orange Californian sun,
[but] in my pocket, there's only a black tangerine.
I just have a blue feeling--
don't ask me why.
While I want to speak, I feel like i have nothing good to say,
I just hate myself, [for being] unable to escape this prison.
Or maybe, I'm just a worm without any prospects,
[who] shouldn't be always dreaming--
you are not a hero.
Leaves falling indicate the changing seasons,
But I have no way to wake up, confused and muddled.
Are you willing to be a hero,
or will you give up?
The sky is bright, but nevertheless covered by dark clouds,
All the lights are sentenced to death.
What type of hero do you want to become?
I see you are nothing more but a mercenary
I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.
I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.
Today, as I wake up, I got a headache--
even as I take bottles of medicine, it's no use.
My mood has an unknown restlessness--
[but] the further you are from me, the better.
Outside, there's the orange Californian sunshine,
But I hide by myself in a lonely dark cave.
I just have a small request--
please leave me alone.
Today my frame of mind is a bit strange,
but I can't say exactly why.
It's like having several symptoms of sorrow,
but I don't know what the illness is.
I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.
I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.
I just want to cry, want to cry, want to...