3 a.m., the night of falling stars.

Lyrics: Tenten
Composition: Yuma

In the middle of the night, 3 a.m. the city is all quiet.
In the night of falling stars I’m alone in this world.
Like the night that’s left behind, I just love this time.
Even it’s not beautiful, even it’s not graceful...

I want to become pure, I want to stay pure. That’s what I wish for.

Once snatched away, once plundered and
after becoming so, in what do I believe?
I’m not lying anymore, because I can’t smile either.
Distending honesty was no good.
But still I like this song.
Killed by myself, even it’s unreasonable
I showed my laughing.

Little by little becoming dirty, I’m chocking
In desperation I demanded help and
the hand that hold out was so kind,
more than I thought....
It was dirty.
After one moment of hesitating
I grasped the palm of this hand tightly.

In the end it happens that I even face this hand* with something like hate.
Even this laughing person is stinking because of lies,
it happens that I’m able to face it with calmness.  
3 a.m. in the morning, I already stopped watching the wonderful stars.