"Don't say you want to die."
"Live on without giving up!"
It is ridiculous to say that songs with that kind of lyrics are correct
To be honest, I wouldn't care at all if I died,
But I'd be pretty sad if the people around me did,
I suppose it's some kind of ego, that goes:
"Because I just wouldn't like it."
Having no care whatsoever whether strangers live or not,
And hating someone else just seems like some kind of fashion now,
But "Live peacefully" nevertheless?
What a wonderful thing that would be indeed...
On the other side of the screen, someone dies,
Lamenting that someone else sings,
Influenced by that, a young boy
Ran off carrying a knife
We are hated by life itself.
Forcing values and ego,
We so very simply broadcast songs about
Wanting to kill someone over radio waves
We are hated by life itself.
We who thoughtlessly say we want to die
And look at life carelessly,
Are hated by it.
Since I've got no money, again, I enjoy sleeps of idleness throughout the day
Still without grasping the meaning of life, I come to an epiphany that it's pointless and so I take a breath.
Is it really OK to express this wound with words, "I'm so lonely"?
Carrying nothing else but such obstinacy, today I sleep alone in my bed again
We who were but youths
At some point start to change into young adults.
Growing old, one day we rot away like fallen leaves,
Without a single soul in the world knowing of about it
Obtaining an immortal body,
and living our whole lives without dying...
...I'm just daydreaming about these kinds of science fiction situations...
I couldn't care a bit if I died,
But still, I want others to live.
Living on with these contradictions...
I think I'll get yelled at.
"Things that are 'correct should stay 'correct'."
"If you don't want to die, then live."
If you're going to end up sad and if that's fine,
Then you gotta laugh alone forever.
We are hated by life itself.
Without grasping the meaning of joy,
We just hate the hand life has dealt us,
And merely curse our pasts
We are hated by life itself.
We who simply like the idea of "goodbyes" a little too much,
And not truly know about what a "true farewell" is,
Are hated by life itself.
Happiness,
Farewells,
Love,
And friendship;
They're all illusions of comical dreams
That can be brought by money...
I might just die tomorrow you know,
Everything might just end up being for naught.
At mornings,
And nights,
On Spring
And Autumn,
Unchanging, someone dies somewhere
I don't need dreams or even a tomorrow,
If you'll have lived on that's all I need
Yeah...
That's actually...
What I want to sing about
Hated by life itself.
In the end, we will all die eventually
You will,
I will,
One day, all of us will rot away like fallen leaves.
But regardless, we live on desperately -
Holding onto our lives, desperately, we live -
Killing,
Struggling,
Laughing,
Embracing it all,
Living, Living, Living, Living -
Just live~.
