Yubisaki

Fumbling looking for the keyhole, slowly with the town(street/quarters)
Dye into the love pattern, making a restless [decorative] illumination
Though letting one shine faintly, as well as the key of my piano
we aren't meeting at your door, nothing but RESET

Following, [I'm] having a dream RESEARCH of Christmas getting closer
But why? I can't slip out of the maze of friends
"Play alone?" loaded with smiles like mille-feuilles of two people
Fingertips trembling "It's the fault of the autumn breeze", and the hand grasps the

SPOON in the POCKET
Sensation dyeing the cheeks as well, matchin earrings* are hidden under the collar as well
Yet fingertips seeking a reason, the window of the PUZZLE buried in fallen leave

The casual you ended, the flowers of the cactus** don't bloom anymore
Wanting a chance to step forwards, [it is] poured into your mind
The truth is, [you] ran to escape from the ringing BELL
Walking along you're near or in the distance

[We are] not getting close hiding under the umbrella, in the range of touching nor being touched
Still the fingertips warm themselves with your memories, [it's] not scary
The metaphora was broken as well, BYE-BYE long rain
"It would be good if I could experience you a lot nearer", and walk along

Two people silent in the middle of the crowd, lips meeting in a course
As the effect of dyeing the colour of a Chinese lantern plant***, two people staring at the matching smiles
[We] began walking, commuting the familiar street
Even though the origin differs, I connected my fingertips with the you next to me.