Charles - balloon

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This song was first added to our tracker on Friday August 30, 2019 and has been on our chart 44 times. It was discovered by VocaBot on the YouTube channel 須田景凪 バルーン.

translation by PandaKittenhybrid
You said "Goodbye,"
Still, your cheeks were drenched with tears
If even what happened yesterday
completely disappears like that
then it's ok. Smile
Walking while holding a bouquet of flowers,
Without significance, I simply look down on the town.
Like this, at the edge of my ideals,
I left my heart behind. Isn't that okay?
I want to be empty. But someday
if I'm satisfied with the deep blue,
Then I wonder - in this kind of way
can I let myself be troubled?
Sing, sing of love above the clouds
After it becomes dirty, I can't see
No, no, no, talk about
those far-away days I imagined -
talk, talk about those days,
The nighttime gathering quarrels endlessly.
No, no, no, I don't like it.
Laughing at each other and saying goodbye.
The morning glow and your sigh
This town is dreaming our dream
Even today, we're forgetting the things
we've done together. That's how it is, right?
Let's be quiet for a second.
But someday even if I was tortured,
it'd be nothing, it'd be fine -
if even this sort of sorrow had meaning.
Dress it up, dress it up as if it were love
to where it's quieter. Our words have been dirtied.
Now, now, now
"No one is here." "Yes, that's true."
Mix together, mix together our fates.
Compromises amount to nothing.
No, no, no. Teach me even about pain.
Surely, we understood that we
were just deceiving each other like idiots.
Always lost But look - we really can't change.
Still I understand - it's both our faults.
That's it's like this now.
Sing of love, above the clouds.
After it becomes dirty, I can't see.
No, no, no. talk about my regrets
which have increased day by day.
Talk, talk about my regrets. the night time
gathering. Forgives each other, meaninglessly.
No, no, no, I don't like it.
Sing of love, of love, above the clouds.
Talk, talk, the nighttime gathering.
Laughing at each other and saying goodbye.