Alone on a grey hill, I tread on the dry withered grass as it stiffens 
Going around in my thoughts is the faraway place that is the sky

The petals swaying in the wind are your tender smile 
Fragments of faint memories are an illusion on the other side of the sepia colour

Let's play a song that no one knows 
Even though this body [bad word] and stop 
I'll continue singing to the collapsed gravestone 
The song you left behind

Although this entire body of mine is nothing but artificial 
At least let this heart be dedicated to you in song

Facing the setting evening sun, a faded guitar in one hand 
shadowed figure dances in the resounding echoes

My worn out fingertips dully reflect light 
The melody I hum rides the wind to the other side of the sky

The faint creaks from the silver gears  
Resound a dark grey beat  
The reflection of this sky on my glass eyes 
How fake it must be

Although we can no longer meet under this moon 
Facing this sky, I'll continue to sing

Then on the hill of violets where I met with you by chance 
In thousands of nights, there will be grey remains

Although this entire body of mine is nothing but artificial 
At least let this heart be dedicated to you in song 
Although we can no longer meet under this moon 
Facing this sky, I'll continue to sing