Ore no tame tsumi o seotte ta sonna koukai ga nokoru
Ryoute akaku somekieteku senaka dake nazeka oboeteta

Kioku wa tooku sattemo yomigaeru hodo ni
Tsukisasaru
Muryoku ga jibun o semete wa nigai
is bitter dreaming

Sorezore ni ikite kanjiteta
Chinbu sugiru kotoba dake ja
Imi nado wa marude nai koto o
Tagai no basho soko ga hajimari

Sorezore ni kaze ga fukinukete
Kireta ito o tsunagitometa
Zaiaku ga omoinagasareta
Mune o hareru ima ga daiji sa

Motometeta ai ni nikumare ushinakushite koborenu namida
Chiisana te sae mo suguezu kako no itami e to ochiteita

Sukima o umerarenai ayamachi ga uzuku
Oku fukaku
Katte na Jikoai dake de kizuguchi wa iyasenai

Sorezore ni ikite kamishimeta
Itsuka surechigaeta naraba
Ii kao de itai sou negau
Tagai no basho soko de waraou

Sorezore ni kaze ga fukinukete
Sadame nanka buchukowashita
Yuzurenai kimeta ikizama wa
Mune o hareru ima ga hokori sa

Sorezore ni ikite kanjiteta
Chinbu sugiru kotoba dake ja
Imi nado wa marude nai koto o
Tagai no basho soko ga hajimari

Sorezore ni ikite kamishimeta
Itsuka surechigaeta naraba
Ii kao de itai sou negau
Tagai no basho soko de waraou

Sorezore ni kaze ga fukinukete
Sadame nanka buchukowashita
Yuzurenai kimeta ikizama wa
Mune o hareru ima ga hokori sa

Those regrets over the crimes that you shouldered for my sake remain
The red that stains your hands is vanishing, but for some reason only your back remembers

Even though the memories pass far away, the more you remember it,
The more it pierces
Blaming yourself, who was powerless,
is bitter dreaming

Each of us have lived, feeling
It's just too many cliched words
In our respective places, that which has no meaning
Begins there

The wind blows through each of us
We've tied the severed threads
Our sins float on our thoughts
Our breasts swell, the present is more important

Dispising the love you wanted, the tears that you lose without spilling
You fade into the pain of the past that not even those tiny hands can save

The ache of the blames that can't fill the cracks
Deep inside
The wounds won't heal With only selfish self-love

Each of us have lived, reflecting.
If sometimes we disagree,
We wish like that, with some sort of good expression
In our respective places, let's smile there.

The wind blows through each of us
We destroyed our destinies
In our way of life, in which we decided not to surrender,
Our breasts swell, the present is pride.

Each of us have lived, feeling
It's just too many cliched words
In our respective places, that which has no meaning
Begins there

Each of us have lived, reflecting.
If sometimes we disagree,
We wish like that, with some sort of good expression
In our respective places, let's smile there.

The wind blows through each of us
We destroyed our destinies
In our way of life, in which we decided not to surrender,
Our breasts swell, the present is pride.