Testo Anata No Tame No Kono Inochi (engl.)

"The pure love song sung in the month of April, smelling sweetly of the Spring breeze..." Introverted, I'm a shut-in, my reserve is my only redeeming quality. But I'm not lonely, not at all, so don't concern yourself. My poor taste in peeping at the opposite sex, so much fun, I can hardly contain myself... Incomprehensible strange abusive voices, I'm living life to the fullest everyday! I tire of infantilism, farewell my artificial child bride. I mean, if you're real after all, what's the point? Looking through the scope by the window, how many hours has it been? You're everything I could want. But I was too late in realizing you were the one... Why? I don't even know you, but it pains me so. I don't understand, but I love you, it hurts, 'the brain' I look at you with I don't even know your name, my girl through the lens, you don't hear me, and I'll never touch you because if you look this way, I'll take cover. It's such a pity, you're right there... If you one day notice me, I'm sure you'll get scared probably run away, and go mad worrying. My feelings getting out of hand, never known I understand, but I can't stop this love. The day you notice me never comes. I understand, I give up. That clear early morning, as always looking at you through my lens I can't speak to you, I can't touch you. Isn't that right? 'Cause it's all in my mind...