Going history (translation)

Even though it was a love I stole by hurting somebody,
even the last shred of it was gone before six months was up
The moment I got depressed I fell for him again
but it's not real love, just a rosary called lover where I could bury my loneliness
Why do people kiss each other? Why do people sleep together?
We can We can anytime
Is this serious or not? My heart is not saying anything

* I want to meet someone I like so much
that it hurts and pains me inside
I want to meet someone I love so much
that the whole town feels like new

I press on, so that when
I look back on this time someday,
I can passionately recount
these fond memories, my history

On holiday in my empty room where even the phone won't ring
there's only a fleeing wisp of dream curling beside me
Denying the desolate feeling in my heart
I slide deeper into bed and wait for the morning to come
Why do dreams elude us and fly far away?
Why are dreams something that only other people have?
We can We can any time, I'm really going to cry now, I can't see anything, not even tomorrow

** I want to find a dream so enthralling
that it dazzles and penetrates me
I want to find a dream so fun
that it makes the time pass quickly
I press on, so that when
I look back on this time someday,
I can passionately recount
these fond memories, my history

* repeat
** repeat