Q? [English translation]

Why is it that when we hold our hands right now

The warmth we can feel is nostalgic?

Why? Summer rain wreaking havoc in an abyss

Your smiling gaze makes me want to cry

Call out to me with that voice

This weakness I can't speak of to a soul -

I realize that it's a support upon which to stand strong

And it's because we're so different that you're dear to me

I just want to understand who we are

As we live on, our scars increase

And yet we still search on for our reason

As they stack up, they become more beautiful

I want to understand right now; I want to shout it all out!

I'm here, I'm here

You've paid for it

Try to catch me

Why did it turn out like this?

I'm here, I'm here

An overflowing glow, dwelling in the path ahead that splits and then is cut off:

To the connection - either that, to us, who have deceived and played it down as we saw fit -

Time is very silent, frighteningly so

Wasting this knowledge left unused; taking the penalty

Severing ties - only forgiving the same colors

So are you going to kill us with yesterday again? When you harped on all that wasn't (1)

It's invariable: if you take the pain which was captured at too revealing of a resolution

And cover up even that as "love", that's just not you anymore (2)

This awareness that I won't speak of to a soul -

I bury it away into the depths of concrete

And it's because we're so different that you're dear to me

I just want to go after this event

"Turning even sorrow to money

Nothing is more sublime than you as you grasp your brush" - tell me that (3)

Suffering, drunken on the silence that flutters to and fro

Before long, even the camellia leaves will fall

As we suffer, only more consequences close in on us

So that we just walk through the white midnight

From the moment we were brought into life, we've known

That surely, with every mistake we've made

We were wishing for nothing but the best - we must have been

Everything we can't speak of to a soul -

The more we come to know it, we turn pale

And all the things that are "wrong" become dear to us (4)

I just want to understand who we are

As we live on, our scars increase

Tie together a knot to overwrite that

And become beautiful!

I want to understand right now; I want to shout it all out!