鶴の仕返し [Tsuru no Shikaeshi] [English translation]

On the screen where the line of sight is overgrown

Wait for your return

Sharpen a lie Sharpen a lie Sharpen a lie

Gently take it off Gently take it off and come with a lie

Look at me Look at me

I'm fascinated by arranging words skillfully

I'm fascinated by the ideal modeling

I'm too used to hiding myself

Wet your brain

I can't touch your pleasure as I am

Never open the door that weaves intent

I untied my hair, took off my clothes, was shaken by a phantom, and was embraced by a lie

Is it my instinct? Is it my truth? Is it a lie instinct? Is it a lie?

In a room overgrown with hypocrisy

Wait for your return

Look at me Look at me Look at me Look at me

A collection of missing things that can't be held by the ideal

I can't show you yet and I'll cheat with this sense of distance

I can't touch your chords as I am

Never open the door that weaves intent

I won't show you my true appearance I won't show you

I want to show my true world I want to show

The illusion will perish, perish, perish, perish, perish, perish, perish

If I took off me and touched you forever

Has that weakness overlaid with lies taken off?

I'm just as I am, I'm as I am, I'm just as I am

While painting me as I am

Embracing you