Tsuki no uragawa
The dark/back side of the moon
T r a n s l a t i o n
I still have a dream, a technicolor dream.
WALKIN' ON FAR SIDE OF THE MOON.
I'll reach over to the other side of it.
Such a thing as bitter-tastes,
all I have to do is drinking it up,
Once I have decided, I want to do everything.
WAKE UP.
The back side of the moon that not be filled.
It tempts people with desire as baits.
FIND YOU.
My face haven't shown any expression yet.
I dare to draw on this as my like.
Even I, can't accept the face reflected in the mirror.
The despair that I should have put to sleep jumps.
DANCIN' IN THE DARK OF THE MOON.
It follows after me to the end.
The finger that thorn of sorrow is sticking in.
I never forget the mistakes. WAKE UP.
The back side of the moon that cannot be lighted.
It's like the darkness of my heart. FIND YOU.
If I use my struggle correctly,
the dream will be polished up.
It's put to test by somebody as well as myself.
The back side of the moon that cannot be filled.
It tempts people with desire as bait. FIND YOU.
My face hasn't shown any expression yet.
I dare to draw on this as my like.
Even I can't accept the face reflected in the mirror.
T r a n s l a t i o n
I still have a dream, a technicolor dream.
WALKIN' ON FAR SIDE OF THE MOON.
I'll reach over to the other side of it.
Such a thing as bitter-tastes,
all I have to do is drinking it up,
Once I have decided, I want to do everything.
WAKE UP.
The back side of the moon that not be filled.
It tempts people with desire as baits.
FIND YOU.
My face haven't shown any expression yet.
I dare to draw on this as my like.
Even I, can't accept the face reflected in the mirror.
The despair that I should have put to sleep jumps.
DANCIN' IN THE DARK OF THE MOON.
It follows after me to the end.
The finger that thorn of sorrow is sticking in.
I never forget the mistakes. WAKE UP.
The back side of the moon that cannot be lighted.
It's like the darkness of my heart. FIND YOU.
If I use my struggle correctly,
the dream will be polished up.
It's put to test by somebody as well as myself.
The back side of the moon that cannot be filled.
It tempts people with desire as bait. FIND YOU.
My face hasn't shown any expression yet.
I dare to draw on this as my like.
Even I can't accept the face reflected in the mirror.