I adorned five of my nails with nail polish,
so that I myself would look absolutely dazzling.
Sensibility is like a goldfish; or if you imagine it
as a voice, you know it'll always echo back to you.

We are like parallel lines that elongate infinitely side by side,
but I feel that one of us is embellished while the other defaced.
The stretching distance locked in between your and my footsteps
can be easily closed in by joining our hands together.

And today once again, looking at your indecipherable European writings,
I, on your left side, mechanically traced them repeatedly.

Ah, at the moment I have opened my eyes, I see a person, who asks,
"Just into WHAT colors are you polishing your nails?"

The warm knob seems to have gone rusty.
Is this from someone's water? 'Cause all I can see is a boundary of blues.
An orange, which runs away as soon as I chase after it,
connects together the rain's scent and the colorful rainbow.

And even right now, I'm still trying hard to stain the mysterious codes.
but with the baggage I have, it really doesn't matter how much I try.

Close your eyes, and pretend not to see what's above you,
then this sky may actually start spinning in your imagination!

Your nails look as colorful as a chameleon!
I hope the colors on your nails will never fade.
Ah, I'll be able to go anywhere, as long as I'm with you.