Translation of the song lyrics Notice - Moe Shop, TORIENA

Notice (original)

通信交信エラーリトライ
やり方誰も教えてくれない
盲信迷信 鬱陶しい
ゆれるぶれる恋の証明

短命人の噂も七十五日
付き合ってたあのカップル
とうに玉砕愛は幻想
確立前のアイデンティティ

返信送信エラーリトライ
返事遅すぎて後悔
案外気にしすぎかもしれない推測
ゆれるぶれるバイブレーション

革命起こしたいセンシティヴなお年頃
落としたものは拾えない
キリツレイここは戦場
確立前のアイディンティティ

ギラギラ光る眼光

学校スカート切り捨てた丈は５cm
私の気持ちは少々センチメンタル切ないな
Senpai 気づいて notice me

もう知ってるsweetieいるってことに
スーサイド浮かんでしまうくらいにBad
苦しいな
Senpai 気づいて notice me

通信交信エラーリトライ
やり方誰も教えてくれない
盲信迷信 もう鬱陶しい
ゆれるぶれる恋の証明

短命人の噂も七十五日
付き合ってたあのカップルとうに
玉砕愛は幻想
確立前のアイデンティティ

夕方のピアノ
象牙色の空
呼び止める声が聞こえる
お願い神様
足音を止めて
勘違いの魔法が消えていく前に

「ねえ、先輩。Notice me」
「ねえ、先輩。Notice me」
「ねえ、先輩。Notice me, notice me, notice me」
「ねえ、先輩。Notice me」
「ねえ、先輩。Notice me」
「ねえ、先輩。Notice me, notice me, notice me」

通信交信エラーリトライ
やり方誰も教えてくれない
盲信迷信 鬱陶しい
ゆれるぶれる恋の証明

短命人の噂も七十五日
付き合ってたあのカップル
とうに玉砕愛は幻想
確立前のアイデンティティ

返信送信エラーリトライ
返事遅すぎて後悔
案外気にしすぎかもしれない推測
ゆれるぶれるバイブレーション

革命起こしたいセンシティヴなお年頃
落としたものは拾えない
キリツレイここは戦場
確立前のアイディンティティ

ギラギラ光る眼光

学校スカート切り捨てた丈は５cm
私の気持ちは少々センチメンタル切ないな
Senpai 気づいて notice me

もう知ってるsweetieいるってことに
スーサイド浮かんでしまうくらいにBad
苦しいな
Senpai 気づいて notice me

通信交信エラーリトライ
やり方誰も教えてくれない
盲信迷信 もう鬱陶しい
ゆれるぶれる恋の証明

短命人の噂も七十五日
付き合ってたあのカップルとうに
玉砕愛は幻想
確立前のアイデンティティ

Notice (translation)

Packets collapse and flicker, a failed communion, I summon the code again
No hand will ever chart for me the hidden steps of this uncertain game
Blindness in faith and superstition, a swarm of gnats in evening sun
My heart’s theorem sways on a wire—love’s compass trembling, never done

Rumors flare with the lifespan of petals—three-score and fifteen mornings, then blown away
That pair who once built a citadel of laughter—
Long since shattered, their passion mere phantom haze
My name has not yet fixed its stones—identity unwrought, a mirror in the dawn

Answers slip in the ether—again the signal trembles, retries the line
I regret the late reply, a stone falling deep in the well of time
Perhaps my mind is a labyrinth, conjuring minotaurs of worry from dust
The air shivers with silent resonance, an invisible pulse through my bones

Longing to spark insurrection—a restless age where dreams smolder beneath my skin
Lost things are swept by the river, never returning to the hands that weep
Stand at attention—this ground is a battlefield, hearts the only banners flown
My form, my soul, still formless clay—identity unborn, a ghost beneath my own skin

Your gaze—sharp as a blade flashing sunlight on the crest of storm-dark seas

My skirt, defiant, cleaves the air by five forbidden centimeters
My feelings—fragile as moonlit glass, sing a plaintive, sentimental refrain
Senpai, awaken—let me be the flicker that catches your inward eye

I know there are sweethearts already orbiting your constellation
Despair rises, cloud-black, so deep I glimpse the far edge of night
Breathing crushes in my chest, a velvet vise
Senpai, awaken—let me be the flicker that catches your inward eye

Packets collapse and flicker, a failed communion, I summon the code again
No hand will ever chart for me the hidden steps of this uncertain game
Blindness in faith and superstition—a hissing swarm at my windowpane
My heart’s theorem sways on a wire—love’s compass trembling, never done

Rumors flare with the lifespan of petals—three-score and fifteen mornings, then blown away
That pair, entwined, now silent among the withered leaves—
Their ruin—love, a fevered mirage, dissolved in noon’s cruel heat
My name has not yet fixed its stones—identity unwrought, a mirror in the dawn

Twilight piano—each note a dark petal unfurling in the hush
The sky is washed in ivory, a silent bone-laden tide
A voice lingers and bends in the dusk, calling me by name
I pray, O hidden gods—
Still the echo of my footfalls on this trembling earth
Before the alchemy of mistaken hope is scoured from the air

"Senpai—do you see me?"
"Senpai—do you see me?"
"Senpai—do you see me, do you see me, do you see me?"
"Senpai—do you see me?"
"Senpai—do you see me?"
"Senpai—do you see me, do you see me, do you see me?"

Packets collapse and flicker, a failed communion, I summon the code again
No hand will ever chart for me the hidden steps of this uncertain game
Blindness in faith and superstition, a swarm of gnats in evening sun
My heart’s theorem sways on a wire—love’s compass trembling, never done

Rumors flare with the lifespan of petals—three-score and fifteen mornings, then blown away
That pair who once built a citadel of laughter—
Long since shattered, their passion mere phantom haze
My name has not yet fixed its stones—identity unwrought, a mirror in the dawn

Answers slip in the ether—again the signal trembles, retries the line
I regret the late reply, a stone falling deep in the well of time
Perhaps my mind is a labyrinth, conjuring minotaurs of worry from dust
The air shivers with silent resonance, an invisible pulse through my bones

Longing to spark insurrection—a restless age where dreams smolder beneath my skin
Lost things are swept by the river, never returning to the hands that weep
Stand at attention—this ground is a battlefield, hearts the only banners flown
My form, my soul, still formless clay—identity unborn, a ghost beneath my own skin

Your gaze—sharp as a blade flashing sunlight on the crest of storm-dark seas

My skirt, defiant, cleaves the air by five forbidden centimeters
My feelings—fragile as moonlit glass, sing a plaintive, sentimental refrain
Senpai, awaken—let me be the flicker that catches your inward eye

I know there are sweethearts already orbiting your constellation
Despair rises, cloud-black, so deep I glimpse the far edge of night
Breathing crushes in my chest, a velvet vise
Senpai, awaken—let me be the flicker that catches your inward eye

Packets collapse and flicker, a failed communion, I summon the code again
No hand will ever chart for me the hidden steps of this uncertain game
Blindness in faith and superstition—a hissing swarm at my windowpane
My heart’s theorem sways on a wire—love’s compass trembling, never done

Rumors flare with the lifespan of petals—three-score and fifteen mornings, then blown away
That pair, entwined, now silent among the withered leaves—
Their ruin—love, a fevered mirage, dissolved in noon’s cruel heat
My name has not yet fixed its stones—identity unwrought, a mirror in the dawn