蒼のワルツ（ＥＮ）

It drowned in nostalgia. We were still inexperienced.
I was just looking at the sun, In the moment where the clouds remain.
We who are sloppy. The overflowed voice.
It was well done to prevent the precious things from being handed down.

I tried hugging the shapeless hue.
I knew the hopes and insecurities with a flavor of regret.
I wanted to lift my hand to a unknown world.
I placed lies with a strong appearance inside my pocket.

I wanted to fully remember the gentleness-wrapping pain.

Just wish and wish, if I would ever be born again.
I would want to sing and touch an uncertain future.
Flow! flow! Run down through the face.
The flavor of those tears means a promise.
Just turn into ashes, turn vague.
Towards somewhere far away, it passes through this night and dyes blue.

The thoughts that surrounded the dreams all night.
Without being discovered, the moon casted a shadow.
Without even sleeping, the dawn breaks, It does not even separate the hand.
And I was distant to you who is longing.

My look/eyes at that day were totally blurred.

It just hurts, it hurts so much (that I can't even withstand the pain).
The blueness of the sky deepen it’s color and it is cold.
Run! Run! the shoulders pressing against each other.
Embracing the shaked weak warmth.
To the yet undiscovered world. The flowers still wait for the wind.
Towards somewhere far away, pass through this night and dyes blue.

That committed fault, and even that regret.
Because those things are irreplaceable.

Just wish and wish, if I would ever be born again.
I would want to sing and touch an uncertain future.
Flow! flow! Run down through the face.
The flavor of those tears, is about a promise.
Just turn into ashes, turn vague.
Towards somewhere far away, it passes through this night and dyes blue.