[Produced by DJ Matsunaga]
[Written by R-shitei]
[Translated by kvynnet CC BY-NC-SA]

You look like the color of the setting sun
You also look like the color of the morning sun
You look like the color of the setting sun
You also look like the color of the morning sun

Bad Orangez
People treat you like viruses
But you're rather carefree
We're fine now
No matter what happens, we are in bad orangez' way, yeah

The first one to rot, original one
He was strong, selfish, and careless
I'm sure he had noticed
Wе can't breath in this little box
The first onе to rot, original one
We couldn't be like him, so we saw him meanly
We were annoyed
The days went by quickly
Sometimes he broke the rules
Walked down the middle
Talked about big dreams
Without a hint of shame
Flexed sparklingly
Said cheesy lines
If anyone gets in his way, he'll hit them
If I had the strength to stand up for myself
If only I hadn't obeyed adults so easily
I was so far away, and yet I was so moldy and rotten
It's too late for noticing that, isn't it?
You look like the color of the setting sun
You also look like the color of the morning sun
You look like the color of the setting sun
You also look like the color of the morning sun

Bad Orangez
People treat you like viruses
But you're rather carefree
No brakes, going crazy
Successively attack to bunches who are messing with us
Bad Orangez
People treat you like viruses
But you're rather carefree
We're fine now
No matter what happens, we are in bad orangez' way, yeah

We didn't have good teachers like TVdrama
"Look around you"
"Stand in a row on the shelf"
Still kids inside, but we've grown up
And that was ten years ago
I was on my way home before the last train
The withering wind was blowing
Without knowing the pain of hitting others
I became an adult who can’t struggle with others
People are chasing the quota like whack-a-mole
I choose treasure hunting
Like a protruding nail or an untouchable bomb
I make my homie rotten too so having a party
Now I don't want to hear that your sayings in those days were bluffs
I still want to admire you like those days
But I knew
You always had that sad look in your eyes

You look like the color of the setting sun
You also look like the color of the morning sun
You look like the color of the setting sun
You also look like the color of the morning sun

Bad Orangez
People treat you like viruses
But you're rather carefree
No brakes, going crazy
Successively attack to bunches who are messing with us
Bad Orangez
People treat you like viruses
But you're rather carefree
We're fine now
No matter what happens, we are in bad orangez' way, yeah

I got my own way of decay
The way mold grows, the way it damages
I packed them into my backpack just now
I had walked so long
"I'm gonna tell you my big saga!"
I had a feeling he'd say that
We shared the same pain in the same crate
We're all on the same side if we know that
Bad Orangez