Red

To him that color is peaceful.
Now that things have become black and white he doesn't know what color it is.
The old projector shows that color.
The dirt and blemishes do not enter his senses.

That poor man can't see how dirty and blemished that color is.
He wishes for peace in this delusion.
Before you know it the unbearable pain goes out of control

I shouted till these eyes could no longer see.

That poor man painfully begins to be wrapped in red
In his delusion he remembers the peace.
Before you know it this unbearable conflict goes out of control

I shouted till these eyes could no longer see.

Translated by Kenpachi.