皮下に滲む (Hika ni Nijimu)

“Spreading Under the Skin”

Artist: Moran
Lyrics: Hitomi
Album: Eclipse (Single)
Translator: Panko

Wanting to cut the purplish-red symbol into the skin
The more that’s left behind, we move stronger to the two futures

At least able to grasp your arm, even though I expected to be near
Not being able to steal your freedom is, after such a long time, frustrating
Dragging you in front of the altar, kneeling in the name of God
After breathing out an oath, unconfined for eternity*

Like roadside trees at equal distance, I fret about the inorganic enumeration
I’m connected to you; I bundle all of the thread inside of my hand

Azure to you, a bite mark, like oozing blood
Until the tone color breaks, I want to be allowed…
If touching someone isn’t already forgiven
The more that’s left behind, the strong and deeper we move towards the three futures

Azure to you, a mark of constriction, like stopping blood
Until the tone colors pauze, I want to be allowed to play**
If touching someone isn’t already forgiven
The more that we steal, we move stronger to the one future

Even though I thought the “reason” for always being burdened was being hindered
Like fireworks, taking only an impression, things like words will be erased

Eclipse

Artist: Moran
Lyrics: Hitomi
Album: Eclipse (Single)
Translator: Panko

Every one of the soda water’s bubbles arrived inside of the glass,
Fleeing to the outside, popping out

One after the other, place them on the scales, “If you don’t use the ones that sink, it’ll become useless.”
Naturally, before I knew it…

Whenever the innocence increases, my breath becomes bitter
It’s blank, you already painted over it
A whisper, at a distance that blows my hair
Again it’s a request that seems to test me

Still without strength, I can’t push away your clinging hand
Completely, falling without hesitation to the deep ditch
With this innocence, without resistance I can’t break free from your fingers
Even though I know I’m parting with many thing

Still without strength, I can’t push away your clinging hand
Completely, falling without hesitation to the deep ditch
With this innocence, without resistance I can’t break free from your fingers
I’m continuing to lose things everyday, while enduring it

Projected onto the wet road, the shadows are always lined up
Severly frail for some reason I make you be sweet
This is the intent but as the time to recognize comes
Undoubtedly, my thoughts beyond scorn are countered, right