よる の きり から きみの ねいき みみ すますよ ゆび も こえも とうめいすぎて とどかない ね おわり の よる を あきらめ きれない のは ぼく の ほう (I love you. Did you feel the same? I wonder now—and I'm afraid to ask.) きみは ぼくの なかの ぼくの きみ きしむ いたみ とかせるのなら しんじつ なんて もう いらないよ ねむる きみ この よるだけ まざりあう ゆめ の いろ (Truth is, I don't want to touch you in your broken state. Wake up—run. This isn't me; it really isn't me.) If only I could vanish with the morning light, I'd forget every trace the night has left behind. Rather than watch you smile beside somebody else, I'd let go—even of the name you'll never call. (きみには ぼくだけ で いい) I wonder if you still remember the sound of my voice. I want to see you smile—may you find your happiness. (ずっと ぼく を おもって ないてよ) I am the me you dream of—the you inside your dream. Falling from life into phantoms, I'm ensnared by the night fog. Night after night, clutching love and hate, I bow like a ghost, unable even to fade away. (あいしてる)
