this is, probably, a love remedy.
i’ve taken an anaesthesia that would last five minutes without side effects
if i were to make it into a song.
i kissed someone who wasn’t you. i saw a small moon out of the corner of my eye.
i just think of the farthest thing away.

love-sick. you left your voice in my chest, and i lost it.
where will my sleepless nights lead to?
a message to the starless sky, sent with electric magic,

from the blue i awake to shadows. colour variations out of range. we would only be able to meet in arcadia…

i beat the wings of my noisy heart. while forgetting the light.
darkness. show me a dream where i might be able to touch you, owl.
i closed the one eye that was crying.
if i paid with overflowing tears to peak at the future in the backstage of my memory,
i would be in love, be loved, be upset, be pained, be sorrowful,
be unable to see, and then in the blink of an eye, a moment of slow motion…
that flower that i wanted to see, couldn’t see, chased after and tried to touch,
was soaking wet; an illusion.

yearning for you, i suddenly laughed.
complacent. a broken ship.
when it sank, i became the same temperature as the night.
not being able to solve the logic of the words written only in revised letters.

upside-down thoughts. swirling patterns of the heart. i would only happen across you in my sleep…

my straining heart began to cry, because it’s broken,
in darkness. show me the dream that stole you away, owl.
if i closed my eyes crookedly and locked away my memories,
the afterimages of scattered feathers would flutter around in the endless space.
kissing, hurting, entwining, accumulating, i kept falling,
and then in the instant i passed beyond eternity, a moment of isolation…
to the ends of the earth, until the end of time, i’ll think of you, this scattered flower
is tear-stained; a mirage.

as the final part of my emotional argument there is something i’d like to tell you.
it’s that we all want to be just a little happier than somebody else.
memories pass away and the dying feelings of true love
now more than ever resemble the extinguished light of that star so hopelessly.
today i will finally end my ritual of writing messages i’ll never send.
…and so me, and you, will forget.

“when i walked unsteadily, i swayed and shook
…shining, you were shining”

i beat the wings of my noisy heart. while forgetting the light.
darkness. show me a dream where i might be able to touch you, owl.
i closed the one eye that was crying.
the afterimages of scattered feathers flutter around in the endless space in the backstage of my memory.
i flew away on my noisy heart. while hiding the light.
traversing the night over and over, searching for the future.
being in love, being loved, being upset, being pained, being sorrowful,
being unable to see, and then in the blink of an eye, a moment of slow motion…
the you that i wanted to see, couldn’t see, chased after and touched,
was soaking wet; an illusion.

the band i like is really really unpopular for some reason
the band you like always sells super super well

the movie i like is sion sono’s “guilty of romance”
the movies you like are tearjerking love stories

you always say the things i like are weird but
are the things you like really the things that you like?

we don’t have anything in common but i wanna be by your side

the band i like is really really unpopular for some reason
the band you like always sells super super well

the music i like can only be heard at live venues
the music you like is always playing on tv, right?
you’ll definitely notice my tears on the day
when you look me in the eyes and sing the music i like

the present is important
as well as the times when we don’t have anything in common

the band i like is…

when the band i like gets really really popular someday
i think you’d totally totally like them too

when the band i like gets really really popular someday
i wanna go to their concert with you
and hold your hand and skip on the way home

i’m so obsessed with that musician right now

i’ve fallen in love with a musician
the sounds you make and the performance you create
i’ve fallen in love with everything, i’ve fallen in love with everything

people have gone so far as to tell me “quit obsessing over that musician”, but

is it okay if i chase after you? wherever you are, to the end of the earth
is it okay if i chase after you? it’s just because i love you

even though i want to pursue you more than the others do
i don’t have the funds to pursue you
maybe i’ll borrow some money from mama and papa, maybe i’ll borrow some money from mama and papa

people have gone so far as to tell me “quit obsessing over that musician”, but

i’m begging you, don’t group me together with those silly shrill-voiced girls
their feelings for you are completely and utterly different from mine
i’m the same as them from your point of view, aren’t i?
i love your inner beauty, your true self
having a nice face and being my type, those things are so unrelated and pointless
i thought they would have understood that the best, but…

is it okay if i chase after you? until the day we will no longer be able to meet
is it okay if i chase after you? the sound of you playing guitar

you met my eyes on stage, you shook my hand tightly
just from that i can already sense our fate
i love those melodies you make
and the world that you paint
i’ll keep coming to see you for as long as you keep standing on that stage
i’ll keep coming to see you

i’m so obsessed with that musician right now that i don’t care at all
that people have gone so far as to tell me “quit obsessing over that musician”
i’m so obsessed with that musician right now

parents’ day at school, hunches about love
home visitations are the gates of hell
knowing an extracurricular love
on the after-school campus

examination war, feels like i’m gonna lose
my frail heart feels like it’s gonna break
rumours of male and female company
fly around in the homeroom

teacher, i want to know the things i don’t
i want to see the things i can’t, teach me, teach me, teach me
hey teacher, lately i haven’t been sleeping well, i’m intensely paralysed in my sleep
why? why, teacher

my sailor uniform is my combat uniform
in a life-and-death struggle against my classmates
when the chime that never rings
rings while carrying out emergency drills

teacher, i want to say it but i can’t
it’s frustratingly painful, teacher, teacher, hey teacher
ah teacher, don’t call me by my full name, call me by my first
please, please teacher

teacher, there’s still things i want to ask
is it wrong that i’m younger than you? answer me, answer me, hey teacher
teacher, the graduation ceremony is growing closer
without being able to say “goodbye”, it’s too painful
i still want to stay a high school girl

shaking street light, pouring rain
wavering feelings, a sensing telepath
two lost children make contact
their hearts knew of love

tightrope; a patched together uniform
a severe discommunication
a glint in the eye; sparkling red
a premonition that something will happen

alien, i’m an alien
i’ll lead your heart astray
feeling the gravitation of the universe
mixing together will make your heart flutter

alien, i’m your alien
our hearts are pulling together, they can’t escape
i’ll show you things you’ve never seen
until the end of the parallel universe
our hearts will throb; will love

a fluorescent light that keeps turning on and off again
paranormal chaos quietly gnawed away at your heart
concurrent signals intersected at a singularity
blind-belief-in-the-reality-of-creation-itis, induction sexual instinct

syndrome; all alone night after night
drawing fantasies just like in a grimoire
searchlight; avoiding the suspension machine
“you still want to know everything?”

alien, i’m an alien
i’ll lead your heart astray
in the magnetism unreflected in your eyes
you’ll realise, i’m an–

alien, i’m your alien
if we touch our wounds will never disappear
nor will the incessant infinite meteorites
reach our fluttering hearts!

alien, we’re both aliens
these throbbing feelings can’t be controlled!
you’re an unknown lifeform
until the end of the parallel universe
i’ll love you