I get better and better at forcing a smile,
I become craftier, more cunning
I step firmly towards my pathetic demise,
As if to confirm its presence

What you entrusted to me was,
That tiny little miniature garden
If I were to touch it, I feel as if it would crumble

I act it out, I just act it out,
Deep-red strings connected to my core
The words tangle around my lips,
In my very own color I shall draw a new picture

But certainly now there are no co-stars to send me off with a sweet eulogy,
This "name" of mine is merely something borrowed
So I merely wait for the last minute to come

With the proper lines,
Properly love me, please

The story just
Keeps on going with no pause
Fearing such a pathetic ending
I stick a persona to myself

The things this song represents,
My arguments I've carried out,
There's no reason for you to know them, correct?

This ambiguous physical form I've held,
It comes undone, in the sky, in space
Now, it feels as if it'll crumble

I act it out, I just act it out,
Deep-red strings connected to my core
The words tangle around my lips,
In my very own color I shall draw a new picture

But certainly now there are no co-stars to send me off with a sweet eulogy,
This "name" of mine is merely something borrowed
So I merely wait for the last minute to come

I will return this life to you,
So when that time comes, I just want to truly smile