JSHK- The Next

Teori Lirik No. 7

In English.

Opening-

(Hanako in the bathroom)

So
Let's talk Number Seven

Eh? Huh? From joy to sorrow, past and future
(hey hey) Just like a shadow spreading over a ghost story
(Secret, no expectations, just a story)
A sweet fruit mixed with unreality

Yeah yeah, you've repeated it to me three times already.
(C'mon c'mon) In serious trouble, as a matter of fact I'm not listening.
(Secret, no expectations, an endless story)
It's just a rumor, the delusion of reality

This falsehood like the ideal growing season, make it morning, noon and night
Purification of the six roots of perception is foolish, grass for the scythe that doesn't grow
I want some magic
The seven faults are incomplete
It's because they're incomplete that we struggle

Normal words, brandish a blade
Break the laughing mask of lies
(You are alone) Getting hurt for the sake of another
In the space between crime and punishment,
Nobody's there. There's definitely someone
In that place.

Let's talk. Number Seven
Hey, tell me more

Full version

So
Let's talk Number Seven

Eh? Huh? From joy to sorrow, past and future
(hey hey) Just like a shadow spreading over a ghost story
(Secret, no expectations, just a story)
A sweet fruit mixed with unreality

Yeah yeah, you've repeated it to me three times already.
(C'mon c'mon) In serious trouble, as a matter of fact I'm not listening.
(Secret, no expectations, an endless story)
It's just a rumor, the delusion of reality

This falsehood like the ideal growing season, make it morning, noon and night
Purification of the six roots of perception is foolish, grass for the scythe that doesn't grow
I want some magic
The seven faults are incomplete
It's because they're incomplete that we struggle

Normal words, brandish a blade
Break the laughing mask of lies
(You are alone) Getting hurt for the sake of another
In the space between crime and punishment,
Nobody's there. There's definitely someone
In that place.

Let's talk. Seventh (Number Seven)

(Umm, umm, umm, umm, a secret
Because it's a secret just for you that I heard somewhere)
Amazed at my generous self. Even if it's the truth, memory is fragile.
(Secret, no expectations, just a story)
It's probably future rumors damaging your body.

It was just a fleeting moment, the dance of the two overlooked it.
The same thing in different names, deepening path, one, two, three, death
A mirror that doesn't look at the upcoming future, as if I'd show it in silence!
All or nothing, Let's talk to the eighth. Wait. There isn't an eighth

If you even repent the four-leaf,
It's the four types of suffering and agony, sought after by many
Roll seven times and receive punishment
Come, come, bizarre
My body's eight faults, they're still incomplete
It's because they're incomplete that we writhe