Throughout the field
Of unshaded grace
Within the land
Of the neverending sun
With all the [bad word] I strive for the sunset
For all time from now to then

I can not free myself from the memory
Warmth surrounding me
In the darkest corner of my mind
childish joy overwhelming me
While aggrieving insects
Smashing rocks on them
wholeheartedly joy
Aggrieving, [bad word] It fills me from the navel to the chaff

Now, as I refuse to soar myself above others
It’s getting cold, deep inside of me
It’s been a decision of my mind, not of heart
coldness that makes me shiver
Catches up to me, displaces warmth
Abiding my decision
I ache for the times I was free
To unleash this childish joy and warmth
The decision was made somehow
To unleash this childish joy and warmth
Without my anticipation

It’s a long way fromn home one to the other side
[bad word] up journey
When you try to walk away from yourself
From the darkest corner of your mind
The decision was made somehow
Without your anticipation

Into the never-ending sunset
The memory, a so called friend,
Is always [bad word] me,
Torturing me by reflecting what I was

I can not free myself from the memories
In the land of the never-ending sun