I don't think I'm an angel or a devil, but
Things like "hearts", are just lies in the mirrors of others
After all, when I'm asked to choose between A and B,
My answer might depend on how you who always walks on my right

I liked the indigo that appeared after it became a little dark after school,
After all, within the maddening classroom I couldn't feel anything,
In the angles that teachers can't see, in the place my parents don't know about
My heart has been hidden

All of the good kids started going home,
As the crows cried out

The me that is reflected within you,
Believes in such a thing as a "heart", resonating so innocently
I won't say farewell, because
I don't want you to see through me
Es...

I don't like the kids who simply pretend to be good in front of the teacher,
When I said that, you seemed worried, looking at your feet
To tell you the truth, I couldn't care less about that, the real topic was something else
My awfulness has been hidden away

All of the good kids became adults,
And awoke from their dreams

The you who walks with me
Turns into memories, becomes a wise figure who I can merely look at
I won't say thank you, because
I don't want to be hated, by anyone

I know all of my weaknesses,
The shadows leave me behind

Every time I walked down the path home,
I lost sight of the fragile concept of "me"
I won't say farewell, because
I don't want you to get swallowed up
The cold, cold third heart simply gazed at us