A keresés eredménye

UNHAPPY CLUB

I joined a line for rations with a gloomy expression on my face
At the front, are cutting into the line
 
What they carelessly gave me with a glance of scorn was
a cup of soup filled with remnants of dreams someone had given up
 
I roughly stirred the soup in a shallow bowl
Tears of misfortune were scattered
Ah, how fresh others' misfortunes are
In this era, people don't care breaking the line to get someone's unhappiness
 
Unhappy clubs standing in a low
Aren't you degenerating into the mob?
If you become a sympathizer, you'll be a monster
 
A wound on my heart immediately began to hurt again,
but I had no afford to think about anything
How many times have I pushed away
my heart at the corner of the room like this?
 
I couldn't face my true voice yet,
Just fruitlessly creeping to a retreat
and waiting for the time of death
I'm about to descend to such shallow myself
 
I crammed all my half-broken reason into a backpack,
and sold all the emotions at a low price, like a flea market
With the money I managed to earn like this,
I gorged myself with the compassion in this slum
 
To be loved or not is all of us
I thought there's no going back
when I swallow it into stomach under their thumb
 
My stray self immediately began to make noise again,
and repeat the teasing phrases for many times
How many times do I have to do this to be relieved?
 
Time has passed while I feign ignorance
without trying to resist even for a second
When do I stop mimicking a monster?
 
A wound on my heart immediately began to hurt again,
but I had no afford to think about anything
How many times have I pushed away
my heart at the corner of the room like that?
 
I couldn't face my true voice yet,
Just fruitlessly creeping to a retreat
and waiting for the time of death
I'm satisfied with such shallow myself
 

Wishing for a divine punishment

Hope, slander,
lawsuit, false statement, as a victim
In front of various reliefless subjects and spectators
The future is not worth wishing for, since there's no future
 
Imaging hope and some ideals that can't come true
we pray putting hands flat together
a convenient artificial someone shaped
 
What is your name?
 
Destroy it
There is no future in the mistook dreams
Destroy it
If I cannot help clinging on the discord of love
So, please mete out
a divine punishment that is greater than I deserve
Give it to me, hey, why don't you scold me?
 
I shoved away a waiting crowd with my shoulder,
today I managed to get on the final train bound for tomorrow
 
If I myself were the god,
I would shook everything off and dragged around
 
Destroy it
This failure won't answer anything
Destroy it
On every non-human that human has pretended
please mete out
a divine punishment that is greater than I deserve
mete it out, if you are there
 
Destroy it
There is no future in the mistook dreams
Destroy it
If I cannot help clinging on the discord of love
Please mete out
a divine punishment that is greater than I deserve
Mete it out, hey, please scold me
 
It is high time, hey, please scold me
 

Try to hollow out my life

Rushing into the stylish skyscraper
His patron-ish look is my target
Sadistic
How vulgar!
Devouring the costly landscape
I want everything, night view ornaments and all
Romantic
I expect nothing in return
 
Even Sherlock Holmes was intimidated by me
Try to hollow out my life
 
It's always alright, that's alright
I know what you need
How wonderful!
It's top secret
Maybe it's alright, that's alright
Let me see a stolen love
I don't care what becomes of me
I'll take a rain check on making a compromise
 
My aim is to stab the heartless guy who labeled me a withered bitch
Drastic
No hesitation at all
 
Even Friedrich Nietzsche seduced me
Try to hollow out my life
 
It's always alright, that's alright
Take me down right now
What wonders await me?
Maybe it's alright, that's alright
Something is wrong with my love
But it's you who wanted to see me, right?
 
I had only one purpose
The end justifies the means
I totally dazzled your eyes
I keep a snake with sharp fangs in the back of my mind
In a flash, I can kill you in your sleep
 
Turn the emerald green ocean into crimson with my blood
Try to hollow out my life
 
It's always alright, that's alright
Thank you for amusing me
I'm just killing time
Maybe it's alright, that's alright
Now you don't bring me love
I'll never ever see you again
Put it on my tab
Keep the change
 

That's why I was depending on the misfortune

I couldn't understand even what ''can't understand'' mean, I cried beating my heart
However, I couldn't understand myself all the more. I'm such a useless failure
If I have no past to look back over, The dull future won't come
That's why I was depending on the misfortune
 
Please don't blame on me Youth will be forgotten soon
Before I am killed in a blaze, I want you to watch my last moment to the end
 
Why on the earth the culprit has neglected such a terrible wound?
A machine that has no ability but to beg for mercy
My life always seems to make me write only hopeless stories
Good-bye, morals. Once I wait and see, I'll fall
That's why I was depending on misfortunes
 
I no longer expect anything on the music since it finally couldn't change anything
nor anybody. After all, it was nothing but junk
 
Including some kind of contradiction, with the buttons done up wrongly,
I kept on wearing the wrinkled shirt named solitude
On that days, I pretended to be tough in this way
And I've still been doing so, at the expense of neighbors
 
Why on the earth the culprit has been scooping out the wound in this way?
A musician who sing songs of defeat as if those were a virtue
My life always seems to make me write only hopeless stories
Good-bye, morals. Once I wait and see, I'll fall
 
Hey, Tokyo, would you get rid of me?
Even my ambitions are rotten
When I was born as a human, I was already going the wrong way
Even the Kami-sama※ has deserted me
That's why I was depending on the misfortune
 
Hey, my youth, are you still have a grudge against me?
I'm not the culprit
 

Weekly Anthoropology

The authors had no ambition,
Their plots were only mediocre,
What is worse, they couldn’t win fame at all,
Their excuses were same, “It’s because I have no talent,”
 
They patched up coward expressions
by saying “I want to be loved.” in smile,
and drawing carelessly.
“If that’s the way,you can express none of what you want to,”
I know such a thing already,
 
The agitator can’t exist,
that flatters the selfishness of 70 billion loves and hates.
The plane can’t exist,
which is for watching the caprice of 70 billion people's compassion,
 
While We’re beat, the last episode has come,
Our treasure is over,
 
In fact, We had a story to express.
However, taking a look at the real,
all our works were rejected.
 
I dropped a tear-colored pen on the important page,
and got fed up with everything,
I crumpled “myself”, that is no longer in use
and threw it away into the drain,
 
The day will never come,
when 70 billion problems are solved completely.
The machine will never move at all,
that carries 70 billion discards named dreams,
 
We know my serial stories will be discontinued soon,
But we keep on drawing this work
and ourselves that is different from what we’d thought,
 
The tape will deteriorate soon,
that mends 70 billion injured hearts.
The musician will be shocked and scoffed at by the real,
that sings 70 billion people similarly.
 
While I’m beat, the last episode has come,
our youth is, our daily life is,
our treasure is over,
 
Yes, it’s over.