ISLAND [English translation]

At first, an object of yearning

Sky died purple, gradation

Orange clouds wavering, look

Contrast

Dizzy in the flashing neon

Floundering inside a tea jar with no lid, a night spent searching everywhere

In a thin, dark, narrow alleyway, the illuminated sign is Irony

Such dazzling decoration looks self-important

"Come on, let's go for a bite to eat"

Red lights, past the gate, there's a world inside

A lying moon, the color of the florescent lights drowns it out

Hey, turn off the lights. The night is longer than it seemed

Gaudy, shocking pink

Leaving the truth untouched, we sink into the sheets

The unbroken stem has long since withered

"Do you like me?" Unmistakable. Sadistic

I liked the neon that bloomed in the night

"Hey hey, miss, take me with you"

Quick decision!

A raucous mayday, my high heels echoing without me realizing

A loveless kiss, we're now synchronized

The always-red lips, imposing

The transparent-mask-erade ball is this way, which way are the idiots?

Yes, alright

Ok, the main question: Already unnecessary

"Sky" goes right in the trashcan

Ahh, I have to go

My mother will get angry

But I want to play more

I wish I was a butterfly, flying about freely

Ahh, I have to go

My father will hit me

But I want to play more

I wish I was a queen, playing around freely

The smoke-polluted air is a clouded window

An effect on your eye's membrane

In this town everyone's got bloodshot eyes

This dead neighborhood's the past, I hate it

White-haired old man, "I'm not scared I'm not scared"

Again tonight it's making someone sad, alcohol dissolved in the blood

Like a false springtime, evaporating

Feelings well up, dry out, drink in, in the end the bottom layer breaks off

An ant asks, "Why am I here?"

Heading for a nonexistent target, island

Wanting sweet sugar, wriggling through busy streets

The freewheeling wind has gone away

With only a scent lingering, it's gone away

Distressed by the ticking clock, underneath nonexistent streets

Choked by highlights, like the mirror of your idol

Drunk on the smells of cigarettes and perfume

A cowering scene in maddening nostalgia,

"Always together", lies that cut the sky, I knew long ago

Yellow-green Chanel, a fantasy on repeat

Ahh, I have to go

My mother will get angry

But I want to play more

I wish I was a butterfly, flying about freely

Ahh, I have to go

My father will hit me

But I want to play more

I wish I was a queen, playing around freely