Romaji

Taken by the sinking blue,
gotta understand hatred to understand
 [bad word] meanings of love

Does not end until the [bad word] 
and people get replaced again
but this keeps repeating on and on

Another start
win prearranged is no fun

You won't get far, you can't escape
if you get lost
Oh, black swallowtail

karamitsuita ima ni shigamitsuku
jibun o yowasa ni nurikaete made
me ni [bad word] mono ga [bad word] ni [bad word] kono sekai
kore de ii no?

Space created by the silence
We capture sadness and regrets,
pondering immortality

Let's forget the idealistic,
Project the strength and weaknesses
hiding deep within [bad word] 

Time goes by
While dreaming of the future

With no concern, it's slipping through
As it destroys us over and over

sarishi kage to umaredasu hikari itsumo ima mo
kono shunkan ni [bad word] 
te ni [bad word] mono ga [bad word] ni iro [bad word] kono sekai
kore de ii no?

nani ka o sutete
nani ka o uragiri
nani ka o kowashi
nani ga shinjitsu ka [bad word] 

karamitsuita ima ni shigamitsuku
jibun o yowasa ni nurikaete made
me ni shi ta mono ga [bad word] ni [bad word] kono sekai
kore de ii no?

Who is gonna be telling who?
 [bad word] memories and the presence
Tell me who is all of this for?
The more we question
kaze ni [bad word] 

English

Taken by the sinking blue,
Gotta understand hatred to understand,
 [bad word] meanings of love.

Does not end until the [bad word] 
And people get replaced again,
But this keeps repeating on and on!

Another start...
win prearranged is no fun!

You won't get far, you can't escape,
If you get lost,
Oh, black swallowtail!

Clinging to this tangling moment,
Until we're repainted in weakness,
The things we lay eyes upon will be switched out with reality,
But is the world really fine like this?

Space created by the silence,
We capture sadness and regrets,
Pondering immortality.

Let's forget the idealistic,
Project the strength and weaknesses,
Hiding deep within [bad word] 

Time goes by,
While dreaming of the future...

With no concern, it's slipping through,
As it destroys us over and over.

The shadow that parts and the light that's born from it,
Are always here in this moment, even now.
The things we obtain have their colors reflected in reality,
But is the world really fine like this?

Throwing something away...
Betraying something...
Breaking something...
We search for what's really [bad word] #33;

Clinging to this tangling moment,
Until we're repainted in weakness,
The things we lay eyes upon will be switched out with reality,
But is the world really fine like this?

Who is gonna be telling who?
Memories and presence passing on by...
Tell me who is all of this for?
The more we question,
The more we're scattered to the wind!