Collecting nothing but junk,
I dress up with nothing but a single rag
A replica that's taken on such a hideous form
With the words someone else weaved,
With the sound someone else played,
A fake made from a twisted collage

At the very start, it was within the veil;
The pure love of an innovative sort of boy
And before we knew it, it had left our sight
A child having lost its child is crying

Why is it, I wonder?
Lit up by that spotlight
That back, once again, grows farther from this hand of mine

I wasn't able to become like you,
Like how you chased after that moon
As my parched heart remains completelly unfulfilled
Becoming alone, becoming alone,
I kept on dreaming such a dulled dream
And the us that follow behind,

Even if we're just junk, even if we've got nothing but rags
The blood that rushes out from this heart
Had nothing but my own fury within it

What exactly was I lacking, I wonder?
After I asked the gods that
I was silenced by a single arrow from a fallen angel
I knew it from the very start;
I was just putting on a play of having forgotten
Embracing this hand-me-down sword

How many tens of times have I been let down now?
I just want to finally throw everything away
Surely, in the end nothing will be left
This love, the sounds I've weaved, and my name wither away

Why is it, I wonder?
It still sticks to the depths of my heart
The loneliness that so closely resembles the quiet of a winter night

Surely, without even knowing a thing,
You've been looking at a star all alone
Without paying a single drop of attention to the red-eyed me
You stood by my side, yet were so far away
And I lost sight of that dulled dream
And yet, we still keep chasing it

Even if I'm a fake, even if I'm real,
If I were to turn around now, all there would be
Is blurred memories

The irony of having turned to trash,
Even though I want to get away from the cliches
"Just rehashing someone else again?"
The dust from the millions of stars above, 
They sink and disappear, changing the eustacy
The light of a merciless moon
"Is even your identity just deception?"

"Do you want love, even if you have to steal it?"

Sheeplike clouds float above, just after noon
A nostalgic song sways gently in the wind
Those words that you had spoken to me then,
So that I don't forget them even now, I keep writing the same thing

I wasn't able to become like you,
Like how you chased after that moon
As my parched heart remains completelly unfulfilled
Time keeps passing, time keeps passing
So that when I turn back, I don't avert my eyes
The us that follow behind --

Even if we're just junk, even if we've got nothing but rags
Beyond our unwaking dream that we chase,
Is my very own light, that's been there forever