Comfort me for my momentary impulses
Kill me for my undeniable lowliness
I don’t need to exist anymore
I just want you to live
It’s actually better if people dislike you a bit
Everything turns into sand
Infinite reality becomes
The ideal paradox
Chaos deceives us
Is everything because of me?
Is it because of my darkness?
Whom did the conflict hurt?
Those who die will surely disappear soon
Who should I trust? What am I pessimistic about? Where do I breathe?
I don’t understand anything anymore
I want to end it all while it’s still ideal
Ah
Bind me for my realistic behavior
Hate me for the lowly, self-harming person I am
I can’t live anymore
But you can forget about me
To tell you the truth, I didn’t dream anything yesterday
Everything turns into sand
The ideal truth becomes
A paradox in disguise
Conflicts deceive us
Is everything because of me?
Is it because I lied?
Who really got hurt?
The good adults will surely cover up the problems right away
What do you believe in? Who are you disappointed in? Why do you hate me?
I don’t understand anything anymore
I want to end it all while it’s still ideal
Ah, the truth is in my dream