I learned that there’s no greater loneliness in this world than my own,
So I wonder why it is I’m still holding onto hope…
It hurts: These ruined memories,
Betray me again and again,
But I want to keep believing, if I’m to go on living… even if it’s useless to believe.
I learned that there’s no greater loneliness in this world than my own,
So I wonder why it is I’m still holding onto hope… it’s funny, but,
I guess my habits serve nothing more than to put me at ease-
I suppose it’s all over?
World, end.
I’m waiting…. I’m not waiting…. I’ve been waiting!
Despite it all, I’m sane! At least I think I still am. (Who’s to decide?)
I’m waiting…. I’m not waiting…. I’ve been waiting this whole time!
But I won’t let you say it’s love (that would be too convenient);
It’s nothing more than dependence!
I had fun with pretty excuses; I had fun pretending I’m the only one who’s pretty.
It’s painful: Having far too much kindness,
Amid the eternity that inhabits unfulfilled wishes.
Again and again, I discover new meetings, then part ways. Never learning my lesson, the process repeats.
Even though I was betrayed again and again, I believed, following that repetition further.
I did, didn’t I?
That’s why it’s all over. I suppose it’s really all over…
World, end.
I’m waiting…. I’m not waiting…. I’ve been waiting!
Despite it all, I’m sane! At least I think I still am. (Who’s to decide?)
I’m waiting…. I’m not waiting…. I’ve been waiting this whole time!
But I won’t let you say it’s love (that would be too convenient);
It’s nothing more than dependence!
I had fun with pretty excuses; I had fun pretending I’m the only one who’s pretty.
Ruin, world… make tomorrow the day… ruin, world – end.