Onitsuka Chihiro

On nights that things won't become words
Please tell them for me
The twisting vines which are only lukewarm
Tell me that they are only illusions

Give me a heart, it can be hand-made by you
If there is a place to cry,
Then I don't need to see the stars

My voice which calls,
Only becomes sadness
It just proves my ugly self
But still, need me
If you can't touch me,
Then it's the same as me being gone

How far do these vague days leave me alone?
The dulling days,
so that I have nothing more to wish about, ties together

Praise my feelings
Even the slightest of pulses
Becomes something overflowing in front of my eyes

Miracles abandon this skin in an instant
I only learn of my powerless self
But still, need me
If I can't touch you,
Then it's the same as me being gone

We shut out countless reasons
But in this place we don't know if it's beautiful or not
Even now

My shouting voice, all the time
Only becomes sadness
It just proves my ugly self
But still, need me
If you can't touch me,
Then it's the same as me being gone