Merry

"Is your wound already healed?"
I don't like your sick eyes, and I love apples

A vanished voice, in the street corner twilight,
I'm feeling doubly blue, blooming in profusion, withered and vanished...

"Is your wound already healed?"
Sometimes to the point of being too pitiful...my senses...were good...

From the streaming radio, today they're singing "hibari"...

La, la, la, la

Repeating goodbyes, I've become an adult.
Misunderstanding a lot, with the street corner blues...
My memories were smashed to pieces, they burned for a short time.
And I laughed... with the memory blues...

In my empty heart, the "guitar" of an empty song echoes....

La, la, la, la

Repeating goodbyes, I've become an adult.
Misunderstanding a lot, with the street corner blues...
My memories were smashed to pieces, they burned for a short time.
And I laughed... with the memory blues...

Repeating goodbyes, with the street corner blues...
Misunderstanding a lot, with the street corner blues...

I've known sadness...with the back alley blues...
Repeating goodbyes...with the back alley blues...