Where is the meaning of me living?
I want it to be considered as necessary to someone
Although I can’t throw away my dream and hope
Somehow, I’m living now
No matter how much I shout,
This voice can’t reach you
No matter how much I shout,
This voice can’t reach you
It’s the smell of fragrant olive
I even forgot about tomorrow
Perhaps I should just run away
I’m a tragic protagonist
“I want to become a kind person”
But thinking that is hypocrisy
I’m unable to make anyone happy
How convenient, the tears start to flow
No matter how much I sing,
This voice can’t reach you
No matter how much I sing,
This voice can’t reach you
Breathing is becoming painful
This song too will eventually end
Breathing is becoming painful
This Earth too will eventually end
Again, I was reminded of
Fragrant olive