In April, the cherry blossoms of parting bloom.
In May, the rain is cold.
The June bride flies in the sky after the rain.
July brings warm winds
And August brings heat, but one must endure it.
In September, the post-full moon floats in the sky.
Even my multi-world interpretation
(interpretation) Even my multi-world interpretation
Stands no chance against fashionable clothes.
As the seasons pass,
The shrine is decked out in pastel colours.
Today is the birthday of the god
That watches over it.
December brings a blanket of snow
And in January, even the springs freeze.
The demons of February, left behind, run away.
Myself, humanism, and love letters—
(love letters) Myself, humanism, and love letters—
Even if you mix them together, they’ll come apart again.
I change the channels on the TV.
The radio is noisy. The weather report predicts rain.
Today, I’ll go shopping with God.
They’re not special at all.
The UV rays run wild
And the teru teru bozu is upside-down.
The showers will clear, at least in some places.
It’s God’s birthday party.
Yes, when I fly in the sky, I can be free.
I can be myself, someone for me alone.
(If my wishes, my prayers arrive, then you could call it a miracle.) I can be myself, someone for me alone.
(If my wishes, my prayers arrive, then you could call it a miracle.)
The days pass
And hopes and dreams check in and out of hospital.
The homeless child isn’t here anymore
And God isn’t here, either.
The torii is ruined beyond repair.
Coins are leaping. The rain of farewells falls.
Even if I’m begged at in that tone,
A miracle won’t happen.
“Ready? Not yet!”
I play hide-and-seek by myself.
Today is God’s birthday—
They shouldn’t even exist.
(Swaying in the wind) They shouldn’t even exist.
Fly…!
(The seasons pass.)
Fly...!
(La la la… la la la la)
Fly...!
(La la la… la la la la)
Translation: Releska