Текст песни ダイアモンドに刺さる幾千の月光

In this bewitching room with whose sunniness is bad, I listen and wait for the meaningless melody. There is a feeling of wrongness after all, It is sometimes pleasant. No word is to the ears, In the eyes, the light of colors of thousands. Can't I and you become the same? I may not be able to be you . "The lonely sky" . As for being, only, only that . Even if I tries to look up at the sky with the melody which was hurted. As for alighting, Only "that view" . Can't I and you become the same? I may not be able to be you . The songstress made with the nail is crying. Still I look back faintly. Then ,I felt anger about the flap which it seemed only to be meaning-less.