There’s a small weapon raised, now swung down / Upon the body, the sins teem out
The girl cries, but her heart… is smiling.
She has played her ace in the hole: hefty teardrops well in her eyes.
Glittery, glistening, teardrops, that waver.

The sins she commit, she smothers away / Her system’s circuits, she’s unplugging
Enraptured with ‘Being in Love With People.’
Odakyu Train Line she rushes onto: “No I’m not mistaken at all.”
And like that, the magic, is casted.

She’s laying kisses on the boundary line / Hitching up little quivers and gasps
I am so in love, uh maybe???
Your intentions aren’t apparent to me / The boundary line drifts out of its spot
S p l e n d i d l y-m y-m a g i c-e n c h a n t s-y o u.

The vital words that will come from me / From my image in the movie of me:
The girl cries, and it’s for… this reason:
She wants something that she’s lost. What I want is something formless.
I don’t care; passions ☆ unleashed!! Desire.

It’s so dumb, these things that I want. A black lump spews out of my mouth.
“Please dear God, just overlook me, please and thank you.”
I wouldn’t mind not being me. I’d rather be oh glorious you.
In pulse, impulse, in pulse, my pulse, pulsing.

It’s unstoppable, this emotional rush / Programming settling into my brain???
Ah—I see it now. I’m brain-less.
All sins I commit they vanish away / Press Control+N to open a new page☆
In pulse, impulse, in pulse, my pulse, pulsing.

Oh, Dear God, please hear me.
Are unceasing answers and, a route to walk the way home, the things that make, us happy?
As we walk onward, could I hope to stay in Your good graces…?