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Throwing, Turning

And now, made wet by the passing rain
Rushing past with a shy face
That girl, I recall her
 
And now, the me who embraced the hopes that passed by is there
Chased by the intruding day, I was puzzled, overcome!
 
Grasping only things without method in my hands
Was I being thoughtlessly played with by the uncertain now?
 
And now, made wet by the passing rain
What is the name of the girl who rushed past with a shy face?
 
What's your name?
 
I leapt in
The pale pink town
Ah, that scenery just gets mixed up
 
No matter how many thousands of times I sing
I can't say it, can't, can't
Sitting in the bleachers
I can't see it, can't, can't
 
Clinging to my irritability
Singing out jokes, jokes
Along with my synesthesia
I spat it out, I ended up taking it out
 
And now, made wet by the passing rain
The coughing face of that innocent
Girl, I recall her
 
Then, when does it seem like I can search for the words?
What's the name of that lovely girl with the just-stopped-crying face? What's your name?
 
I gulped it down
Daytime dreams, sorrow
Ah, are those queries now irrelevant?
 
I want to tell you thousands of times
That I want to touch you, I want to, that it hurts
The Ferris wheel turns
Whirling, whirling, it laughs
 
Immersed in a superiority complex
I want to see your true character, true character
If I sing thousands of times
It won't disappear, won't, won't
 
The voice of that girl who is jumping about
I'm always searching for it
Even now that I know that it will be difficult to understand each other, I'll still continue