Asian Kung-Fu Generation

Memories that fly about and black clouds burst open in the desert, and disappear
An image of the future is coming up on the lighted plasma TV

A carp on the cutting board is reminded of his future, and goes to sleep
An image of the future is coming up on the lighted plasma TV
The unceasing rain jumps about at the edge of the eaves, matching the loneliness
You can imagine an image of the future, transmitted at the press of a button

Even if two black eyes shine in the night
Looking as if they aren't going to go away
Seething under the blazing sun in a snowy field in winter
The cutaneous sensation is growing dull
Don't forget about me

Now, the lamplights here quietly go out
You are certain of it
But the inexperience and weaknesses of me who stands still
Course through these days

3-2-1, this information is complex, and I don't know what's real
The birth of what's real and illusions; tomorrow, and those footsteps
3-2-1, my emotions run wild; I want to escape reality
The merging of imagination and delusion sweeps over me, and is discarded

Even if you flip your thin hands weakly
As though the present won't disappear
Seething under the blazing sun in a snowy field in winter
The cutaneous sensation is growing dull
Don't forget about me

The distance opens up
The world dissolves
With tears that flowed with the end and beginning
Everything is blurred blue
And weak pain

Now, the lamplights here quietly go out
You are certain of it
But the inexperience and weaknesses of me who stands still
Course through these days
Yes, many times over