With your wounded heart,

And my wounded finger,

On a day that's neither a birthday nor anniversary,

How about a meaningless celebration

Where we are headed

even the doubts clinging to your ankles

are baggage we can't help but drag along

心(こころ)を怪(け)我(が)したあなたと

指(ゆび)を怪(け)我(が)したあたしの

誕(たん)生(じょう)日(び)でも記(き)念(ねん)日(び)でもない日(ひ)を

意(い)味(み)もなく祝(いわ)いましょ

目(め)指(ざ)すは何(いず)処(こ)

踵(かかと)張(は)り付(つ)く悩(なや)みも

置(お)いては行(ゆ)けない損(そん)な持(も)ち物(もの)