Red

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street

彼を愛することは行き止まりの道をマセラティで走るようなもの

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly

風より速く、罪のように情熱的で、突然終わる

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall

自由落下の最中に気持ちを変えようとするようなもの

Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

秋の色のように、全てを失う直前が一番鮮やか

Losing him was blue like I'd never known

彼を失うのは知ったことのない青

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

彼が恋しいのは一人きりの暗い灰色

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met

彼を忘れることは、会ったこともない誰かを知ろうとするようなものだった

But loving him was red

でも彼を愛することは赤だった

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

Loving him was red

赤だった

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

彼に触れることは、欲しかった全てが目の前にあったと気づくこと

Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song

彼を覚えることは好きな歌の歌詞を覚えるくらい簡単

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer

彼との喧嘩はクロスワードの答えがないと気づくようなもの

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong

後悔は、愛がそんなに強いと知らなければよかったと願うこと

Losing him was blue like I'd never known

彼を失うことは知ったことのない青

Missing him was dark gray, all alone (Woah)

彼が恋しいのは一人きりの暗い灰色

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met

彼を忘れることは、会ったこともない誰かを知ろうとするようなものだった

But loving him was red

でも彼を愛することは赤だった

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

Oh, red (Red, red)

ああ、赤 (赤、赤)

Burning red (Red, red)

燃え上がる赤 (赤、赤)

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

彼を思い出すのはフラッシュバックとエコーの中

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

もう手放す時だって自分に言い聞かせる

But moving on from him is impossible

でも彼から前に進むのは不可能

When I still see it all in my head

まだ頭の中ですべてが見えているとき

In burning red

燃えるような赤の中に

Burning, it was red

燃えて赤かった

Oh, losing him was blue like I'd never known

彼を失うのは知ったことのない青

Missing him was dark gray, all alone (Woah)

彼が恋しいのは一人きりの暗い灰色

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met

彼を忘れることは、会ったこともない誰かを知ろうとするようなものだった

'Cause loving him was red

だって彼を愛するのは真っ赤だった

(Red, red) Yeah, yeah, red (Red, red)

(赤、赤) そう、そう、赤 (赤、赤)

Burning red (Red, red)

燃え上がる赤 (赤、赤)

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

And that's why (Red, red) he's spinning 'round in my head

だからこそ（赤、赤）彼が頭の中でぐるぐる回っている

Comes back to me (Red, red), burning red

戻ってくる(赤、赤) 燃え上がる赤

(Red, red) Yeah, yeah

(赤、赤) うん、うん

(Red, red)

(Red, red)

His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street

彼の愛は行き止まりの道をマセラティで走るようなものだった