Oh, just the sixth volume of Parasyte
A useless afternoon at three o’clock
Even if I try to stretch it out a bit
There’s no continuation for me
The wind blows, people laugh
Nothing changes as I walk outside
If I turn at that corner convenience store
The lights of the nearest station make it somehow beautiful
I hope it’s dyed in glittering colors
Tsk, tsk, tsk
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk
I can’t help but curse
A final tongue click on the shoulder I bumped into
Reluctant, reluctant
I’m starting to feel reluctant
My middle finger points to the sooty road
People, people, people
People, people, people
People, people, people
A road full of people!
… I want to go home
I becomes useless, I feel depressed
My feelings become blurred
If there’s a reason, it must be the tired face reflected in the shop window
At least my lunch should be surrounded by a beautiful glitter
Yea darararararararara urarurarara
Darana danaradu rida
Diradadiradadi didi didi didida
Dudararanaradana
Tsk, tsk, tsk
I can’t help but curse like that
Lady Madonna remains unchanged
If my life is like mud, it would be nice
To be illuminated by a beautiful glitter
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk
I can’t help but curse
I was looking at the trash in the bicycle basket
Reluctant, reluctant
I’m starting to feel reluctant
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk
I can’t help but curse
It’s the expected lowest days
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk
I can’t help but curse
Beating around the bush with a beaten delusion
What should I do with the bicycle full of trash?
I start pedaling unsteadily