Idiota [English translation]

Here comes the Moon.¹

What bitches life and this loneliness are.

I wouldn't like to lose your train

and find out what to waste your company is.

I could catch any bus

only to get one more kiss

but I'm bored of home

and I can't do it the way it was.

Maybe tomorrow I'll want to leave.

Or maybe tomorrow is

life

and tomorrow, there may be no tomorrow.

I'm not a little girl.

I'm not that elf.

I'm not a fighter.

I'm not your route.

I'm not a good lover

nor a good wife.

I'm not a flower

and I don't have a heart of gold.²

I am just that idiot face.

Idiot for having to remember the last time

I asked you for your love.

Idiot for hanging your kisses with a red frame

in case I don't get more of them.

Idiot because I went to rack and ruin assuming you

were about to leave me,] and I threw away your trust from my bed to that window.

Can't you see how easily I have

lost everything in just a moment?

Because of my fear of losing (bis)

Because of my fear of not checking up on you.

I'm not a little girl.

I'm not that elf.

I'm not a fighter.

I'm not your route.

I'm not a good lover

nor a good wife.

I'm not a flower

and I don't have a heart of gold.

I am just

that idiot face.

Idiot. That idiot face.

Can't you see how easily I've

lost everything in just a moment?

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