sai ai anata wa 'henu' monhakuchou
watakushi ni chika tsukite wa mitsu o susuri, [bad word] no desu
katachi wa koto nari kotoba mo toji nai
shosen wa ketsugou bare nu koshiki kanjou
dekiai no anata wa 'henu' monhakuchou
fudou no watakushi to yoku nite imasen ka?

yume yo mita higenjitsu shiyuu ni mau yume yo mita
yurari fuwari ... ue no sora de [bad word] o sadamenu

anata wa yowaku kawaita manasashi de 'shikakui sora' mi agete [bad word] 
donna ni watakushi ga anata o ai [bad word] mo [bad word] ni wa kare yuku shukumei desu mo no
nandou mo nandou mo anata huri mukasou to
utatta 'junrenka' itsu todokimasu ka?

watakushi no mokuzen de harari [bad word] anata [bad word] tsumori [bad word] dake do awashiku.
nandou mo nandou mo atashi dake miteta to
tsuzutta 'junrenka' mou todokanai...

nakana watakushi wa miren hana [bad word] sugu ni demo anata no ato o yukimasu
rainen no [bad word] ni wa mata tsubomi o sakashi
anata o ai [bad word] wa kare [bad word] made...

ENGLISH VERSION
You, my beloved, are a white butterfly with only “one [bad word] close to me so [together] we can drink that nectar; drink it up
different shape, words you can’t get across
After all, there’s no real bond [between us]; we’re devoid of feelings [for each other]
But you are [bad word]  my “one-winged” white butterfly
That’s not like unyielding old me, is it?
“I dreamed an incredible dream that I was floating so freely”
You softly sway… Daydreams don’t define your point of view
With a faintly thirsty look, you raised your eyes towards that “patch of sky”.
I still loved you no matter what
It’s destiny for the springtime to fade away and die
Again and again, over and over you turn around
Will the “continuing love song” you sang reach me?
[“I dreamed an incredible dream that I was floating so freely”
You softly sway… Daydreams don’t define your point of view
With an almost thirsty look, you raised your eyes towards that “patch of sky”.]
Then right before my eyes you became confused and befuddled
I tried to understand but instead it made me sad.
Over and over, again and again I tried to see it
But that “continuing love song” you wrote still can’t reach me…
Helpless, I regretfully let that flower wither
Soon after, you’ll die as well
Maybe in the springtime next year that fragile bud may yet bloom
I’ll love you until you die and rot away…