#lyrics:tadashi

[bloompsychedelicdream]

Ink translation (English)

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I keep writing words. Maybe, maybe they just don’t mean anything And I draw pictures, but, but there’s nothing left to draw If I cry out from this nameless dream, I end up soaking wet And yet if I were to follow it, I would be a mere shadow of myself, alone

Red, blue, gloom, when it all mixes together, It winds up being this color Sweet desires well up And just softly overflow

Vivid sadness, a drop of ink within my heart I wonder if it could have stayed clear without losing anything? If I were to pretend to doze off, I would sway with this heart that I don’t need In the blink of darkness, look, look, how clean it is

Night – whenever I remember; Shadows – no place to go Lies – I pretend not to look; a voice – corrupted at last

Being swept away by dissonance from head to foot An enchanting melody leaves me on edge Where has the silence gone Bring it back softly

Muddy sadness is the ink running to the bottom of my heart If it were to run clear, I wonder if I would have been left unknowing? The intermingling phantoms are nothing but dreams I don’t want to see In a single second of darkness, hey, hey, it’s just spreading out

Un deux trois How many times will I go around on tiptoes Stop the musical accompaniment Drums, bass, guitar (… silence)

Vivid sadness, a drop of ink within my heart I wonder if it would have stayed clear without losing anything? If I were to pretend to doze off, I would sway with this heart that I don’t need In the blink of darkness, look, look, how clean it is

How clean it is, how clean it is

[bloompsychedelicdream]

Aria translation (English)

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A downpour of falling stars touched by outstretched hands Changes into dirty water underfoot

Hey, I’ll close my eyes And if my wish comes true, flowers will grow from the earth

Passing time made to be lost, a moment of stillness And with a sigh the playful fever soars until I can float

I tore apart the lies without anything to replace them From deep within my heart shines a wish that should have been locked away

The nights come and go, and soon even pain will be forgotten

A downpour of falling stars touched by outstretched hands Changes into dirty water underfoot

Hey, I’ll close my eyes And if my wish comes true, flowers will grow from the earth

Dreaming only of tomorrow, I leave yesterday behind Would I be sad to learn if somewhere else, you were smiling?

The last traces of it are snatched away by the flickering spring’s evening wind

A distant moon, piling upon how I long for that sky And if I were to look down, I would see my feet, because my heart has lost its shape

Hey, I’ll close my eyes And if my wish comes true, flowers will grow from the earth

The hands of angels had led us to that season when we passed one another But our eyes met for only a second, and we kept walking

A downpour of falling stars touched by outstretched hands Changes into dirty water underfoot

Hey, if I could close my eyes It would be the night sky behind my eyelids Hey, I’ll close my eyes And if my wish comes true, flowers will grow from me

[bloompsychedelicdream]

Elegy translation (English)

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When a tear-stained face is forgotten, a single screw comes loose If paralysis sets in, being injured has no value either Groups of cicadas cry out like they’re right in my ears, rebuking me Just increase the bewildering green and it’s an elegy

The season is mild and arrives in silence A dream that lasts so long that it borders absurdity Somebody called out. I turned my head in the twilight The red traffic light that I had been staring at dropped down, an elegy

—-A crazed outline, that’s me. I’ve finally realized it A traced outline, but will I ever recover it now? I failed, and in the blowing wind rings a parting bell

When a tear-stained face is forgotten, a single screw comes loose If paralysis sets in, being injured has no value either, And it was reflected in an out-of-focus lens, Exposed and dazzled by a backlight, an elegy

—-A crazed outline, that’s me. I’ve finally realized it A traced outline, but will I ever recover it now? I failed, and in the blowing wind rings a parting bell The bell rings

[bloompsychedelicdream]

Sentiment Machine translation (English)

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If I could have become a transparent person, I wouldn’t have been imprinted with ideas A red sky outside the window, the strumming of a black guitar

The sound of whistling swims about in a drained chlorine pool

It’s fine, it’s just a slight fever—trying so hard to put on a brave front An out of control sentiment machine, breaking open to a rose-colored dream

If I could have become a genuine person, I’d steep in deep slumber So many things are too broken, and at last they stand still

A lens faster than the whimsical blink of an eye

Like an out-of-body experience, all the tedium left behind as one falls deep into thought An out of control sentiment machine, breaking open to a rose-colored dream

It’s fine, it’s just a slight fever—trying so hard to put on a brave front Like an out-of-body experience, all the tedium left behind as one falls deep into thought And if they happened to be your hands that reached out for the broken pieces of myself, The sentiment machine singing my desires would break open to a rose-colored dream

[bloompsychedelicdream]

Shiroi Ashiato translation (English)

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“White Footprints”

Fogging the window glass with a sigh, you Pass the chilly hours in your room A clear, winter night, the snow falls white and gentle Sadness accumulated beautifully within the heart

Because I’ve forgotten even what it means to have an uneasy heart, I stared absently at the profile of a lonely, smiling face

It’s a moonless night, but the light isn’t disappearing, is it? Through the dark woods, it illuminates the straying path beneath our feet A clear, winter night, the snow falls white and gentle In order to let us go for knowing too much

Even when we look over our shoulders, the footprints are already gone, so It seems we’ll disappear here, unable to find the way back home

The hands you slip into my pockets are warm, And I felt like I wanted to be here without changing a thing

Because I’ve forgotten even what it means to have an uneasy heart, I stared at the profile of a lonely, smiling face Even when we look over our shoulders, the footprints are already gone, so It seems we’ll disappear here, unable to return

[bloompsychedelicdream]

Hate Red, Dip It translation (English)

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(Hate red) Who’s the contaminated one? (Dip it) Suppress the voice (Hate red) Nails grown too long (Dip it) Chew them off and spit them out

(Hate red) Spilled ink (Dip it) Drowning prayers (Hate red) A bottomless trap (Dip it) Of a sinister moon

Chasing more earnestly, gently grasping hands, a frozen heart melts There had been laughter, but here I am searching this place that’s always been empty Hello, hello, hello

(Hate red) Who’s the liar? (Dip it) A cracked code (Hate red) Moving lips (Dip it) Poison for poison

Chasing more earnestly, gently grasping hands, a frozen heart melts There had been laughter, but here I am searching this place that’s always been empty Hello, hello, hello

Chasing more earnestly, gently grasping hands, a frozen heart melts There had been laughter, but here I am searching this place that’s always been empty Chasing more earnestly, what color am I now? Even though there had been laughter, I search for myself whose colors have run Hello, hello, hello

[bloompsychedelicdream]

Akai Kutsu translation (English)

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“Red Shoes”

It’s just like a nonsensical scribble. The model of a heart. What can I talk about? The tangled thread won’t come undone.

Blunt scissors with a dull shine. When they make a noise———.

It’s heard far away. Someone is being kidnapped, like in “Red Shoes.” A fickle daydream. The end draws near, so I’ll write a letter later.

I don’t hate lies either, if it means we don’t get hurt. What can I talk about? I looked through a picture book, but…

It always tears. The black goat bleated. A piano wire snapped———.

It’s heard far away. Someone is being kidnapped, like in “Red Shoes.” A fickle daydream. The end draws near, so I’ll write a letter later.

Blunt scissors with a dull shine. When it makes a noise———.

It’s heard far away. Someone is being kidnapped, like in “Red Shoes.” A fickle daydream. The end draws near, so I’ll write a letter later. The fluttering always abandons me. Leaving a long shadow behind, goodbye. A fickle daydream. The end draws near, so I’ll write a letter later. I’ll write.

[bloompsychedelicdream]

bloom translation (English)

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A bad dream that resembles the suffocating silence In the damp subway; when I wake from it, complete dizziness¹

The other side of the white ceiling I’ve grown so used to, Rain that grieved the spreading cruelty of the world

I hold a black umbrella, and the plaza I’ve gone out to has the choking scent of flowers

The color of flowers swaying underfoot If they imprinted into my eyes, And even if I get tired of climbing the hill road where the rain falls, I wonder if I'll forget to breathe deeply?

A blue butterfly obstructs a hollow gaze Is it a light flying to a place where it can shine?

Because even beautiful things will one day turn to ash, dance in the wind, and disappear

Unhesitatingly, the small flowers are scattering I want them to imprint into my eyes

The color of flowers swaying underfoot If they imprinted into my eyes, And even if I get tired of climbing the hill road where the rain falls, I'll forget to breathe deeply

T/N: ¹Almost all of the lines in this song end in a noun instead of a verb, so I tried to match that in the translation