On this street that has forgotten what it is to shine
crowd of sleepwalkers in a flood of the neon light
Trapped in the grip of superficial ambition
The buildings rend the sky I’, looking up at into pieces

There are no dreams in this world

In this city where I can’t see the glittering stars
I’m searching the night sky for an ending
I reach my frail fingers up to the sky
And beseech it for an answer

My heart is swaying, shaking
Unable to believe in anything, my rosy heart blooms
I sway and shake, not knowing how to love in this world
Like a petal that is so vivid that it seems sorrowful

ROSIER I [bad word] close ROSIER To you I love
ROSIER I can’t embrace you ROSIER you are too dear to me

By the time I knew. I was born
Reason or quest, not being told
What do I do. What should I take
Words “God Only Knows” won’t work for me
Nothing starts Nothing ends in this city
Exists only sever lonesome and [bad word] reality
But still I search for light
I am the trigger. I choose my final way
Whether I bloom or fall, is up to me

I am the trigger

My heart is swaying, shaking
Unable to believe in anything, my rosy heart blooms
I sway and shake, not knowing how to love in this world
Will I fall and scatter in vain, like the petals of a flower?

ROSIER I [bad word] close ROSIER To you I love
ROSIER I can’t embrace you ROSIER Even my own self

“I am the trigger”