On a night of a full moon, an inviting scarecrow.
“What you’re looking for is behind the door.”
Youth crowding
In the banquet room.
Waiting there,
Feeling as comfortable as a thief.
Avara mada rada.
Avara mada rada.
Mr. Old World, fine wine from the
New World isn’t so bad, right?
Avara mada rada.
Avara mada rada.
V.I.Ps
Turning into toxic elderly.
That’s right, you say NEMO doesn’t exist.
I know that, I do.
“Say goodbye to unhappy days.”
Where do meaningless emotions go?
That’s right, we have to rely on NEMO.
I don’t, I don’t want to do this anymore.
Even if it strays away from the order of life.
Someday, I’ll head to the the other side,
To the bloody and black-sheep like greed.
On a night of a full moon, I’ll turn into a scarecrow and invite you.
“If that’s all you need to be saved, it doesn’t hurt to do.”
Crowded as always
In the banquet room.
Is the air thin?
Feeling like a fish out of water.
Not having anything special to offer,
It’s all trial and error.
I’m complete, like a fox
That’s missed out on the grapes.
“Everyone, we need to rely on NEMO.
You understand nothing, nothing.
Accept a world without suffering.
Meaningless pride is rubbish.”
It was all just decoration.
But why?
Getting rid of it right away.
Turning into a tormented fish.
The measure of happiness is like a trompe l’oeil.
Might as well display an upside down trompe l’oeil in a classic gallery.
Avara mada rada.
Avara mada rada.
Such sorrow.
Far away Alma Mata.
Remaining as trash.
Turning into
A dumb and aged V.I.P.
Everyone.
That’s right, they say NEMO doesn’t exist.
I know that, I do.
We eventually die, even satisfied.
Where is the graveyard of meaningless emotions!
That’s right, NEMO doesn’t exist.
I know that, I do.
Forever
With a bloody
And precious gold heart.
Until we are chosen,
Sing of love
Forever.
To which your soul is headed.