Waiting for Michaelmas（永遠にミクルマス 英語版）

[Intro] [Verse 1] Your words were wine at twilight, “Tomorrow I’ll reply♡” — sweet, clouded, fading away. The angel’s letter I believed in rotted unopened in silence. A lie that crossed another date line still lingers in the air today. [Chorus 1] Waiting for Michaelmas, while time remains unmoved. Upon a crooked scale of excuses, you place your love and let it sway. Your “tomorrow” is always the shadow of yesterday. Each time I call an angel’s name, the bubbles of cheap chūhai sink away. [Verse 2] At two o’clock in the morning, another song of self-pity. “Je ne me sens pas bien…” the same old charm again. Playing the part of kindness, while sleeping with desire alone. A cocktail of painkillers and lies carries you into dreams. [Chorus 2] Waiting for Michaelmas, promises evaporate. O ghost who speaks of love through the bubbles of a highball glass. Your “tomorrow” is always someone else’s fault. Instead of prayer, an unopened courier remains. [Bridge] And once again today, you will probably sing: “The Archangel judged me unfairly.” Your blade catches a dull reflection, careful never to touch the truth. [Last Chorus] Waiting for Michaelmas, all blessings fade into silence. Beyond the river of lies you cross, no angel waits for you now. Still I shall sound the final trumpet call: “To the one who never replied— an eternal Michaelmas.”