mukashi egaita yume
de atashi wa betsu no ningen de
Janisu Ian o mizukara to omoikondeita
genjitsu ni wa honmono ga iru to wakatteita
koko no tokoro egaku yume no atashi wa atashi dakara
yokubou mo nanimo kubetsu ga tsukanakunatteita
genjitsu demo hotondo futashika da
anata no kami o kiranakya
makkuro na sono me ga atashi no me ni hikari o uteba kokyuu ga dekiru
ima wa kaeranai kage nado mattaku iya dakedo
anata ni wa korosaretemo ii wa
tejou o sareta mama de atashi ni hizamazuita
hitorikiri ja naite bakari ni naru tame
dareka ni sotto yorikakaru no dearou
anata wa atashi janakucha
masshiro na hobbeta ni sukitooru chiisa na amadare o otoshiteshimau
demo nakanaide imasugu kagi o aketageru
anata ni wa subete yurushichau wa
anata no kami o kiranakya
makkuro na sono me ga atashi no me ni hikari o uteba kokyuu ga dekiru
ima wa kaeranai kage nado mattaku iya dakedo
anata ni wa korosaretemo ii wa
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A long time ago, in those sketched-out dreams, when I wasn’t much of a person
I was convinced that Janis Ian made her music just for me
I believed that the genuine article exists in reality
Here in this place, the me who sketches out dreams is still me
I stopped attaching different distinctions to even my desires
But I’ve found reality almost unreliable
You have to cut your hair
If those pitch-black eyes of yours shone into mine, I’d be able to breathe again
Even though those shadows and things that won’t go away are just so awful now
it’d be okay even if you were killed
Playing with handcuffs, you were on your knees before me
I want to have someone I can quietly lean against
So I don’t just wind up crying all alone
You have to not be me
Small raindrops falling onto your pure-white cheeks turn them transparent
But don’t cry, right now I’m opening up the key for you
and I’ll forgive you everything
You have to cut your hair
If those pitch-black eyes of yours shone into mine, I’d be able to breathe again
Even though those shadows and things that won’t go away are just so awful now
it’d be okay even if you were killed
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