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.

本当は勘のいい　死んだ目の少年
人殺す指も　人差し指にかければ
Good luck あと一歩　簡単なからくりを
見誤るのさ

不安　苦　抱く
失ってもいないのに
取り返すなどと言う
正義という武器で
ぶん殴れるもの探して

なだらかな不安は人狂わし
街の喧騒は必要な孤独までも
きれいさっぱり　洗い流す
頭に引き金抱えた　悲劇の産物

狭い世界では　心のピントは合わない
取り憑かれたように　とても疲れたように
意味深長な　最後の笑み残し
暗闇へと消える

まだ誰も知らない　震えるほどの怒り携え
羽の折れた戦闘機がラストゲームへと向かう

白日に追い返された荒鷲
不時着でもここから始めよう
折れた羽ごと弾き契り
足の裏　地面を掴み歩け

鮮やかな不安が人潤し
街の喧騒は今を教えている
遊ばれずに遊べ少年
寂しい使命に抗えやさしい怪物