kowarete yuku yorokobi mo 
yagate [bad word] kanashimi mo 
omoiegaku subete wo daite 
ima honoo wo yami ni [bad word] 

SUKOA no yakiba wa koko desu ka? 
suterare oto no nai kanashii uta ga 
koe wo watashi no koe ga hoshii? 
tsuki hate [bad word] sadame da keredo 

moeagare kanashimi yo 
saigo ni kagayakasete [bad word] wa 
utawarenu uta no tame 
hi wo kube dabi ni fuse 

kirameite wa kiete yuku 
imawa no kotoba no toji me 
utsukushiku [bad word] onkei ni 
are wa kagerou? 
mae ga mienai 

moete wa hai ni kie yuku MERODI 
arata ni netsu wo [bad word] HAAMONII 
nan do mo nan do mo kurikaesu 
watashi ni wa donna imi ga [bad word] no? 

'goraku nado sonna mono' 
munashii nante omoitakunai 
karisome no akari demo 
imi nado mienakute mo 
 [bad word] kurenai no 
hinote wa sora made [bad word] 
watashi ga [bad word] mae ni 
atarashii oto wo choudai 

moetsuki hateta nakigara 
tsumiagerareta jinai 
yakiba de utau watashi no 
koe no yukiba wa konna mono 

kirameite wa kiete yuku 
imawa no kotoba no toji me 
utsukushiku hibiku onkei wa 
subete kagerou? 
nani mo kikoe nai...... 

kowarete yuku kanashimi mo 
yagate [bad word] yorokobi mo 
omoiegaku subete wo daite 
ima honoo no umi ni tokeyuku The joy of the pending [bad word] and the sadness of the looming disappearance,
holding them along with everything I have imagined
I set a fire floating in the darkness now.

Is this the crematory for music scores?
The sad and abandoned songs with no sound.
Voice, does it want my voice?
Even though its fate is to be used up and vanish

Flare up your sadness
I will let you shine at the end
For the sake of the sad songs that never were sung
I will throw you into the fire and cremate you

As the sparkle fades away
at the end of dying words
in the beautiful musical scenery 
Is that a mirage?
I cannot see the future (pronounced: cannot see ahead) 

Melodies that turn into ash once you burn them
Harmonies that get heated up again and again
These keep happening over and over
What does these all mean for me?

“This is what entertainment is like”
I don’t want to think that these are futile 
Even if this is just a transient light
Even if I cannot see the meaning in it

The spreading crimson flames
are reaching up into the sky.
Before I get swallowed by it
please give me a new sound

The carcass left over after the fire
The piling up dusts
The dying field for the voice of me
who sing at the crematory 

As the sparkle fades away
at the end of dying words
in the beautiful musical scenery 
are everything a mirage?
I cannot hear anything

The sadness of the looming [bad word] and the happiness of the pending disappearance,
holding them along with everything I have imagined
I melt into the sea of fire now