Nakashima Mika

A memory from long ago
In order to gain back his lost heart
The last words that he spits out
Remain within my shut-up ears

This is all tied up in social status and prestige
I run away from it, I search for something forgotten
A diamond? A treasure? The things that are seen in those sort of eyes
I'm not searching for those shining things

My voice, my eyes, my love, all are recovered
My hair is tangled; in order to loosen it, you just have to, ah...

If only I could talk about my lost fears and weaknesses
With someone
Following my dried up memories
To the aromas that he left behind in the end

I don't run away from reality, and defeat
I gaze only at what lies straight ahead, and walk on
You'll just be enchanted by yourself
For being able to love this meaningless and unreasonable life

My flesh isn't all that there is; there is my charm, mannerisms, tears
My fingers cast the spell, in order to calmly deceive you, ah...

Pretending to forget where I put
The pictures that I hid, my heart is stirred-up
The aroma that he loved in the end
Remains in the room I cry in

A memory from long ago
In order to gain back his lost heart
The last words that he spits out
Remain within my shut-up ears

Pretending to forget where I put
The pictures that I hid, my heart is stirred-up
The aroma that he loved in the end
Remains in the room I cry in