A keresés eredménye

Teardrops

I'm boohooing on and on. For whom? It's for myself.
It's for my intoxication, asserting, 'I'm so sad.'
To the entertainment, I dance, I dance, my heart pounds with it.
How many times am I going to meet 'fun'?
 
Even so, I want to cry innocently
I want to cry innocently.
My tangled teardrops drop and fall. Am I doing badness?
 
I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently,
because I'm so sad, for real!
The fact that I can't prove my true intention, also makes me sad.
 
I transcribe my feelings which never reach you, wishing they would reach you nonetheless.
They're nothing special to tell, though.
Yes, that reminds me that cruelly, I have nothing much special to say even when in trouble.
It's just because I'm roused to protect myself.
 
I'm boohooing on and on. For whom? It's for myself.
I'm well aware that sadness is not a plaything.
However, something got stuck— and I yell,
'Umm, that's not it! That's not it!' Still, I make light of it.
I feel I'm the only brute here.
 
Once again, I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently.
Every time I badly think of you,
my mind comes over funny.
 
I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently,
Because I'm suffocating, for real!
I feel my heart is miles away.
 
Even if I cry while looking down on them inwardly, they'll never get it.
So let's pretend to grieve moderately to grow up.
 
I'm boohooing on and on. For whom? It's for myself.
It's for my intoxication, asserting, 'I'm so sad.'
To the entertainment, I dance, I dance, my heart pounds with it.
But it's all in my mind, in my mind, ah, ah
 
So, that's why, I want to cry innocently,
I want to cry innocently.
My tangled teardrops drop and fall. Am I doing badness?
 
I want to cry innocently,
ah, I want to cry innocently!
Because I'm so sad, for real!
The fact that I can't prove my true intention also makes me sad.
 
My slightly entangled 'I'm so sad,' please understand it.
 
Please understand it.