アメヲマツ、 [Ame o matsu] [English translation]

We who were caught up in past-tense film

got drunk by the steering clay, and before we knew, it had solidified.

It seems the word-tax I have is insufficient.

The drafts I scribbled down and gathered, I now meaningfully wipe out.

Everything’s fine, for surely, someone will rely on an invisible person.

Ah, as I thought, today’s no good either.

The thirst of the viewfinder is cut off.

Will the rain concede to fall on me?

I’ve repainted countless times, till it grew muddied,

and now, too, the lyrics fall short of reaching.

To work out ambiguous words,

solidification remains insufficient.

Truly, it’s become regrettably vacant, hasn’t it?

Universalisation isn’t what I’m looking towards.

Don’t mix it into the rain.

I’ve used up way too much of the fluid

and I hope it won’t turn to futility.

The things I like were engulfed in blue and now they’ve vanished.

A cheap, self-proclaimed detective is no longer.

The rain tracing itself down a show window is dry

before the darkness finally rises.

Enclose it softly into the USB.

Someday, love the me of back then, won’t you?

Deception becomes the rain’s fault,

and Zero grows a little bit lonely.

You’ll never come back again, never return, never return.

Quickly. Quickly. I have to hurry,

before it gets like this.

Holding my breath in

is hindering the screensaver.

I absolutely don’t want to forget it.

Tomorrow,

if it’s cloudy through the viewfinder,

can’t you put on a soft smile? -

to make the point align, to prevent it from blurring.

It sure would be nice if those lyrics could reach.

I compared too much;

it was too blue and I couldn’t capture it.

I attempt to express it with my poor word-tax,

yet even the hierarchy in my brain

is bidding me goodnight.

This is unreliable, but we’ve always

waited continuously like cowards.

The clock hand keeps chasing me,

and you're on the number next to mine,

waiting, waiting, waiting for me, aren't you?

It’s ok if it’s an illusion.

As I thought, today I’m no good, either.

Even if you pinch it, it’ll only blur.

The dried-up rain continued waiting.

• Artist:Minami
• Album:アメヲマツ、