The Yellow Monkey

The TV is on in the dark room
I'm trembling and trying to start something
Outside a cold wind blows, and in the city a rain of contradiction falls
What are you dreaming about as you sleep?

This era gives betrayal and sadness to me
My body just grows hotter, as though crying out from lack of sleep

Good night, passing through a countless
Good night, number of nights
Good night, we are strong
Good night, and beautiful
Wrapped in fleetingness drunk on pain
I, who have no shape or shadow
Want something wonderful, but I don't have much to sell
So I sing my favorite song

I want us to hold each other on this sparkling earth
Even if someone were to paint the world in a deep red jam
And try to eat it

A boy guilty of making mistakes, a girl with tears for makeup
Even if the world were to end, our love would be unchanged

Good night, passing through a countless
Good night, number of nights
Good night, we are strong
Good night, and beautiful
That great inventor and that brutal criminal too
All of us were kids once
A plane crashed overseas, and newscaster happily says
"There were no Japanese amongst the passengers"
"No Japanese", "No Japanese"
What am I supposed to think?
What am I supposed to say?
On nights like this I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you
I want to see you, I want to see you
I'm just waiting for tomorrow again