Kisetsu wa tsugitsugi shinde yuku (english lyrics)

The Seasons Die Off, One by One

The seasons die off one by one, their voices of demise turn to winds
the man who can't get drunk, of this colorful town
it's unromantic to look up at the moon here

In the life where my legs get trapped by the mud, the rain tasted of alcohol
with an apathetic eye, in the town he wanders
suspiciously innocent, in front of the station

It's like a translucent shadow
which is uncertain for me to call it me, is living

If I sing to the rain, would the clouds break?
it's a withered life, in a boisterous summer

Salutations; this is a break-up verse that I bid to you, the loathsome past
unable to throw the relics
of the worst days, worst dreams behind and leave,
I'm trying to die right here After ages, the flowers bloom and convey the verse of transition to you
smeared in agony, grieving and lamenting sadness
and yet, the song never ends,
even if the sun doesn't shine upon it

Tomorrows die off one by one, even if we hurry, we can't reach it and it becomes past
we rush to live, the fire is only lit for a moment
something like a reason to live would come later

Even if an unstable ego
which makes it uncertain for you to be yourself hates you

At least, if I sing, would the darkness clear?
it's a life placed in my hands from a root-rotten dream

Salutations; this is a break-up verse that I bid to the loathsome past
unable to throw the relics
of the worst days, worst dreams and leave,
trying to die right here After ages, the flower blooms and the verse of transition reaches you
smeared in agony, grieving and lamenting sadness
and yet, the song never ends,
even if the sun doesn't shine upon it

Dragging my legs with a tired face
frowning at the reflecting sunset

Should I go? Should I return? I do wonder but,
after some time, I start walking, showing my back to where I was

Yes, I have to go
even if there's nothing ahead, I will live on

Our lives are what we picked up anyway
I'll leave what's little of it here

Salutations; this is a verse of nostalgia for the past that is no more
if I think those worst days,
those worst dreams were the beginning,
I've come quite far

The flowers fall anyway, and the life goes back to the circle of reincarnation
smeared in agony, grieving and lamenting sadness
and yet, the song never ends,
even if the sun doesn't shine upon it

The seasons come back to life one by one.