This Window at Night and Four-Leaf Clover
If it can surround (your/my) slightly worn-out heart, I want to try and sew onThat favorite light-blue scenery of yours like a patch1I want to be dyed with the same white as your skinI remember the name; like something that comes right out of a movie...A window at night and a four-leaf cloverEven if the rain comes falling down, I wonder if I'll understand your tearsI meet you in the village where (we) partedFor a perverse person, another perverse person, y'know?Picking up the stars that we saw hereI want to try and eat just our age (in stars)In the end, the day when I forget your name will comeThe time when even your (favorite) scenery becomes frayed will comeStop that fake laugh smile that says "really"Because even if (my) tears flow, I understand your tearsI say good-bye to you in this sky where we metA perverse person is just a perverse person, after allA window at night and a four-leaf cloverI hate that every time I look at the sky I remember (them)I look for you in this raining TokyoThis perverse person is cryingThis window at night and four-leaf cloverI try frantically to remember