I walk through the neighborhood
And my face grows haggard
Sometimes I think this: That you are way too kind.
As the scenery changes around me
The rain comes to chase me down again and
Tears fall one after another.
“It’s not like I can keep our promise,”
Are words I beg myself not to say.
Like I always do…
As if to laugh to smithereens
The present two of us in two years’ time.
Who sometimes walk along the straight and narrow.
Upon a roof beneath the red of the evening sky,
To let us laugh it all off,
Just take a sip of booze and all that stuff
Becomes meaningless
To us losers.

When I was younger,
When I was younger,
I feel like I was able to do more.
In a corner of this town,
In a corner of this town,
I am contemplating slicing my head off.
“It’s not like I’m going to break our promise, okay,”
I put on a pretense of strength but
As you smile brightly
I’m sure you see right through me
As if to laugh to smithereens
The present two of us in two years’ time
We will sometimes deviate from the straight and narrow.
Upon a roof beneath the red of the evening sky
“She must be out there somewhere,”
Is the yearning I sometimes feel
And I wish to believe in.

Two years ago I whispered the same things I do now.
Two years ago I whispered the same things I do now.
But if there’s nothing I can do….
If there’s nothing more I can do….
“This time for sure, I’ll do it,”
I think and I plead.

As if to laugh to smithereens
The present two of us in two years time
To keep us occasionally on the straight and narrow
Upon a roof beneath the red of the evening sky
“She must be out there somewhere,”
Is the yearning I sometimes feel
And I wish to believe in.
We’re in a corner of town in the evening light. “Goodbye,” you say to me
And you must think I’m just like a konnyaku cake.
But I will depart, without saying goodbye.
I won’t be taking your hand.
I’m not that kind of idiot.