ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION - Butterfly
Lyrics: Gotou Masafumi
Translation: Michael
Romaji by: Sam Lucas

Butterfly

Tongatta NAIFU mitaina kokoro de
Hosonagaku imi mo nai hibi wo kezuru
Tsumotta kako to ka taikutsu to ka
Moenai gomi no hi ni dashite sono mama

Atesaki no nai tegami mitaina
ikiba mo ibasho mo nai bokura no
Surikomareta yume ya kibou wa
Moenai gomi no hi ni dashite sono mama

Hantoumei de futashikana maku ga bokura no sekai wo tsutsunde wa
Go ME-TORU no genjitsukan wo
Itsuka nakushite
Miushinatte itte~

Kurayami no saki no kasumu youna hikari
Fukara sei no soukousei
Susanda boku wa chou ni nareru ka na

Oreru ..

Kiekaketa nibui itami made
Dekirunara sutenaide oite sono mama

Hantoumei de futashikana maku ga bokura no sekai wo tsutsunde mo
Go ME-TORU no genjitsukan wo
Wasurenaide ite
Zutto tsunaide ite~

Akirame no warui sekai ga yobu bokura no
GARASU sei no yokubou de nozoita saki ni nani ga aru

Kurayami no saki no kasumu youna hikari
Fukara sei no soukousei
Susanda boku wa chou ni nareru ka na

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Butterfly

With a heart like a sharp knife
I cross out the meaningless days with long and narrow cuts
Everything that has piled up, like the past and boredom
I throw it all out on days when they don't burn the trash, just like it is

Like an unaddressed letter
We have nowhere to go and nowhere to stay
The dreams and hopes that have been dragged out
I throw it all out on days when they don't burn the trash, just like it is

The semi-transparent and unclear membranes envelope our world
My sense of reality for everything within 5 meters
Will disappear at some time
And I'll begin to lose sight of things

This light is like the haziness before it becomes dark
The phototaxis* between positive and negative
I wonder if I'll become a butterfly once I've been destroyed

I'm broken

Until this dull pain has faded
If I can, I want to not throw things out, just like they are

The semi-transparent and unclear membranes envelope our world
My sense of reality for everything within 5 meters
I won't forget it
We'll be connected forever

This horrible world I've given up on is calling us
But I've peeked ahead with my glass hopes and saw something there

This light is like the haziness before it becomes dark
The phototaxis between positive and negative
I wonder if I'll become a butterfly once I've been destroyed

I'm broken


*Phototaxis - n. The movement of an organism or a cell toward or away from a source of light.