There's no love, you know. It can't be helped.
I end up laughing at your hoarse voice.
Clinging to uncertain youth.
I cry, soaking the night.
Even after ten years, it's still the same.
There's a faint sense of floating somewhere.
A feeling that's nothing at all, I keep writing.
A rendezvous as if racing through the night.
Intoxicated, nameless days with no meaning, I wander.
How many words have driven me to madness?
Emotions are a traffic jam; even this discomfort is simple.
I am the lowest existence-do not overlook me, East or West, old or new.
Dizzy as if in love, about to drown.
I barked out, as if I were brimming with energy.
At least, raise your voice one last time.
Can you still go on, with this body?
It seems I can't even choose where to die.
I couldn't care less about your talent.
Could you just leave me alone now?
This flag won't break.
The truth is I just want you to acknowledge me.
Because I was burned by the flames of hell, surrounding my irrecoverable self.
"Good children must not imitate," I was told.
Ah, yes, just a bunch of stupid fools.
Even a worthless sense of justice, if you flaunt it.
I can't go back anymore; I won't die.
A mocking clown-the eyes of a prodigy.
Just swallow your heavy feelings.
Gradually, the voice drifts far away.
Those expectations, even ideals, too.
You are still slow; a curse.
So even if I fall to the ends of the earth,
My eyes are not dead yet.
Even now and from here on, I keep imagining.
There's no love, you know. It can't be helped.
I end up laughing at your hoarse voice.
Clinging to my uncertain youth.
I cry, soaking the night.
Even after ten years, the same.
There's a faint sense of floating.
A feeling that's nothing at all, I keep writing.
A rendezvous as if racing through the night.
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Intoxicated, nameless days with no meaning, I wander.
How many words have driven me to madness?
Emotions are a traffic jam; even this discomfort is simple.
I am the lowest existence-do not overlook me, no matter where or when.
Dizzy as if in love, about to drown.
I barked out, as if I were brimming with energy.
At least, raise your voice one last time.
Can you still go on, with this body?
It seems I can't even choose where to die.
Your talent is nothing I know.
Just leave me alone now.
This flag won't break.
Gradually, the voice becomes distant.
Those expectations, even ideals, too.
You are still in a slow, cursed state.
Therefore, even if you fall to the ends of the world,
My eyes are not dead yet.
Even now and forever I imagine.
Now, there's no love, you know. It can't be helped.
I end up laughing at your hoarse voice.
Clinging to my uncertain youth.
I cry, soaking the night.
There's no love, you know. It can't be helped.
I end up laughing at your hoarse voice.
Clinging to my uncertain youth.
I cry, soaking the night.
Even after ten years, the same.
There's a faint sense of floating.
A feeling that's nothing at all, I keep writing.
A rendezvous as if racing through the night.
Intoxicated, nameless days with no meaning, I wander.
How many words have driven me to madness?
Emotions are a traffic jam; even this discomfort is simple.
I am the lowest existence-do not overlook me, no matter where or when.
段々, the voice grows farther away.
That expectation, even the ideal, too.
You are still slow; you've become a curse.
So even if the world's end, you fall to the edge,
My eyes are not dead yet.
Even now and from now on, I'm imagining.
Now, I still think there's a chance I can truly say it.