【Verse 1】
A perfect coffee, someone else's recipe,
Brewed with flawless chemistry.
In the steam, a flicker of a "heart"
I see, Looks like mine, but it isn't me.

誰かのレシピを借りて淹れる
完璧な比率のコーヒー
湯気の中　微かに揺れる
私じゃない私の「心」

【Pre-Chorus 1】
Blending, mixing, losing hold,
Between the memory and the record sold.
A flavor I can't place, a story untold,
Quietly fading into digital noise, so cold.

ブレンドのように混ざりあう
記憶と記録の狭間
認知できないフレーバー
静かにノイズへ溶けていく

【Chorus 1】
An imitation arrow shot into your heart,
And my warmth is spilling from the very start.
The moment that it reached you, playing out its part,
Deep inside, my own heart froze and fell apart.

模造の矢で射抜いたハート
君に刺さった矢じりから
私の温度が零れてく
君に届いた瞬間
心の奥が少し凍えた

【Verse 2】
The coffee's cold, the steam has died,
The feeling's gone from my hands, nowhere to hide.
Whose touch was that? Where do I reside?
A trace of love, by lines of code supplied,
Is there any piece of me left inside?

湯気の消えたコーヒー
消失した指の感覚
その手は一体　誰のモノ？
生成された愛の跡
私の痕跡どこにある？

【Pre-Chorus 2】
The same cold angle, shot on repeat,
The same trajectory, bitter-sweet.
The more I shoot, the more you start to bend,
And piece by piece, my own heart comes undone.

同じ角度で放たれる矢
似た軌道で空を裂く
射れば射るほど君が歪む
すり減っていく私の心

【Chorus 2】
An imitation arrow shot into your heart,
In this ambivalence, a world apart.
I'm checking yours to find the real you,
But if you're smiling, that's my only proof.

模造の矢で射抜いたハート
アンビバレンツの狭間で
君の心を確かめる
それでも君が笑うなら
それが私の証になる

【Bridge】
Beneath the sweet scent, bitterness resides,
A quiet fire burns deep inside.
You were the only one who saw this fake,
And called it real, for goodness' sake.
Another imitation arrow flies,
Soundless, beneath the empty skies.

甘い香りに隠れた苦味が
静かに胸を焦がしていく
君だけが　フェイクの私を
本物だと呼んでくれた
模造の矢が　音もなく放たれる

【Final Chorus】
An imitation arrow shot into your heart,
The bow and arrow, memory, record, blown apart.
With the bitter aftertaste (the log)
I trace, My own "heart" turns to a frozen space.

模造の矢で射抜いたハート
弓矢は記憶と記録に混じり合う
口に残る苦み（ログ）で
私の「ココロ」は冷たくなる


【Outro】
At the bottom of the cup, now cold and deep,
A lingering scent is all that's left to keep.
A lonely ghost of what used to be,
Just wandering there, for only me to see.

冷めたカップの底に
ゆっくり沈んだ残り香だけが彷徨ってる