| Original / Romaji Lyrics | English Translation |
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donna iro de kikazareba
jibun rashiku irareru?
BIRU ni kaketa ano sora wa
oshiete wa kurenai | What color could I use to dress up
My usual self?
In this building, those unseen skies
Tell me crimson |
mayoikonda meiro ni mo
kanarazu deguchi wa aru
tachidomatte shimattara
kotae ni wa tsukenai | Completely lost in a maze
There must be an exit
I've come to a standstill
The answers are insufficient |
motomete'ru mono ga nan datte
ketsumatsu wo isoi ja ima ga tsumaranai ze | What I wish for is anything that will
Bring a closure near, because the present is boring! |
sakimidarete karei ni mae
PURAIDO wa nugisutero
hokoritakaku kokoro moyase
itsuwari no iro ja
honmono ni wa nare ya shinai ze | Blooming abundantly in a magnificent dance,
Pride is cast aside
Lofty pride burning in my heart
Forms an untrue color
True things are harder to find |
ima sugu ni hoshii mono wa
hontou wa wakatte iru
karada ga furuedasu hodo no
saikou no SURIRU | Immediately, the thing I wished for
Helped me understand the truth
My body began to tremble
With the greatest thrill |
tadoritsuku basho ga doko datte
ketsumatsu wo isoi ja asu ga tsumaranai ze | Where is the place I've finally arrived at?
Bring a closure near, because tomorrow will be boring! |
itoshii hodo mune wo kogase
yuuutsu sae makikonde
kuruoshikumo kirei ni nare
itsuwari no iro ja
honmono ni wa nare ya shinai ze | Beloved things singe my heart,
Wrapped up in sadness
Obsession over becoming something beautiful
Forms an untrue color
True things are harder to find |
katachi no nai hikari ga sasu
basho de kimi wo matte iru | The shapeless light is shining
I'm waiting for you here |
sakimidarete karei ni mae
PURAIDO wa nugisutero
hokoritakaku kokoro moyase
owaranai tabi e
itoshii hodo mune wo kogase
yuuutsu sae makikonde
kuruoshikumo kirei ni nare
itsuwari no iro ja
honmono ni wa nare ya shinai ze
| Blooming abundantly in a magnificent dance,
Pride is cast aside
Lofty pride burning in my heart
To the endless journey
Beloved things singe my heart,
Wrapped up in sadness
Obsession over becoming something beautiful
Forms an untrue color
True things are harder to find |
