I will be forced onto the stage by the start-of-work bell,
In a fixed time and place where nothing ever changes,
“Go, fight, don’t give up!”
“Is justice winning, and losing is evil?”
Morning of adults colored by children’s dreams.
Why can’t I forgive so much?
The days I’ve accepted so far.
(“Next week, you’re a loser!”)
(“And the same goes for you in 20 years!”)
Even rewriting the punchline,
The curtain rises.
The same opening theme plays again,
Today of preordained harmony begins.
Still, let’s continue, for whose sake?
Break out of the looped days until you’re numb,
Struggling without learning from experience,
Anticipate, expect, and betray
The me in the next episode.
Morning comes again, and I’m forced onto the stage,
In a fixed time and place where nothing ever changes,
“Go, fight, don’t lose!”
“Justice wins, if you lose, you’re the villain!”
Here, living isn’t esteemed
Lies.
Before I knew it, filling every day with cheap clichés,
Pretending to quit this game, what is happiness?
This world exists without reason,
Mocks us without reason,
Leaving behind the signs of being born and living
Somewhere.
Like the worn-out soles of worn-out shoes,
Our future wears away as we move forward.
So that we can love a story with a visible ending a little.
The same opening theme plays again,
Today of preordained harmony begins.
Still, let’s continue, for whose sake?
Break out of the looped days until you’re numb,
Struggling without learning from experience,
Anticipate, expect, and betray
The me in the next episode.
The time for the ending has come,
Did you enjoy today too?
Next time, the same days will come again,
Next week, please look forward to it again.