“Don’t say “I want to die””
“Don’t give up, keep on living”
To say such songs are right is absurd
In reality, I’m fine with dying, but if those around me die, I’d be sad
It’s just my ego saying, “I would hate that.”
I don’t really care if others are alive
Hating someone is also fashionable
Still, to say “Let’s all live in peace”
Isn’t that a wonderful thing?
On the other side of the screen, someone dies
Someone mourns their death, someone sings about it
And a boy influenced by it
Starts running with a knife in hand
We are hated by life itself
Forcing our values and egos onto others
While broadcasting songs about wanting to kill someone on the airwaves
We are hated by life itself
Carelessly saying we want to die
Carelessly looking at life, we are hated by life itself
With no money, today too, I’ll indulge in idle sleep all day long
Unable to find a reason to live, aware of the futility, I breathe
Is it okay to express this wound with words like “lonely”?
With such pride, today too, I carry it all and sleep alone in bed
We, who were once boys, will someday become young men
Growing old, eventually decaying like leaves, unnoticed by anyone
Obtaining an immortal body and living a life without death
That’s the science fiction fantasy I’m imagining
Even if I die, I don’t really care
But I still want those around me to live
But living with such contradictions makes people angry with you
“Do what is right, the right way”
“If you don’t want to die, then live”
If it will make you sad, and you’re okay with that
Then just keep smiling alone forever
We are hated by life itself
Not understanding the meaning of happiness, hating only the environment we were born into
Easily cursing only the past
We are hated by life itself
Loving goodbyes so much that we don’t know true farewells, we are hated by life itself
Happiness, farewells, love, friendship
All can be bought with money through this absurd play of dreams
We might die tomorrow
Everything might become meaningless
Morning, night, spring, autumn
Someone somewhere will die just the same
Dreams, tomorrow, we don’t need anything
It’s fine, as long as you were alive
That’s right
That’s what I really want to sing about
We are hated by life itself
Ultimately, we will all die someday
You and I, we’ll both decay like leaves eventually
Still, we desperately live on
Clutching life with all our might
Killing, struggling, laughing, embracing
Living, living, living, living, keep living on