A boy with sharp intuition and dead eyes,
With a finger that could kill, but if pointed as an index finger,
Good luck, just one step, it’s a simple trick,
But if you misjudge it,
Anxiety and suffering embrace you,
Even though you haven’t lost anything,
Seeking what you can strike
With the weapon called justice,
Wandering to find something to punch.
Subtle anxiety drives people crazy,
The hustle and bustle of the city even washes away
The necessary loneliness completely.
A product of tragedy, holding the trigger in your head.
In a narrow world, hearts don’t align,
Possessed, exhausted,
Leaving behind a meaningful, final smile,
Vanishing into the darkness.
Carrying a rage so intense no one knows yet,
A combat plane with broken wings heads towards the last game.
A rough eagle driven away by daylight,
Even if you make an emergency landing, start from here.
Pluck the broken feathers, make a pledge,
Grasp the ground with the soles of your feet and walk.
Vibrant anxiety nourishes people,
The hustle and bustle of the city teaches you the present.
Play without being played, boy,
Resist the lonely mission, gentle monster.