Why are only the past days beautiful?
Why am I reluctant to part with the hatred I let go?
Why is it that the more I see you as someone dear
The more I hate myself?
“You, who is suffering, are a pain in the neck”
Though I have no need to be loved by a monster who says such things
Before I realize the fixed position of my roundish brain isn’t fixed anymore
I arrived, wishing to run away
When I got to realize it, my head was empty
Clinging onto living, what in this world did I forget?
Why does love and warmth irritate me?
Although this won’t be answered, why am I on the side of being saved?
Although I have no courage to save you
Why do I think I want to touch you?
Being told that I am spoiled, when I talk about my loneliness
Being looked down upon is just a simple solution to it
So just stop abandoning it
After all you’ve discarded many things
This place was made like that
I won’t whine about that anymore
A blanket of snow, as well as the colors of the autumn
The smell of summer as well as the amount of cherry blossoms
Why is it that I can’t remember a single one of them?
I could go anywhere, but why is it that I can’t go anywhere?
Why is it that the fear that wells up from deep within, doesn’t scare me?
Yes, let’s escape. Let’s discard everything
Status and honor are just trash
Give your answer
What is love?
Going as expected is good and all, don’t put on a parents face
They’re all enemies, discard them all
But why is it that you stand in my way?