Song of your past
Translation to the song
"Don't say that you want to die.
"Live on without giving up!
How foolish it is to say songs with lyrics like that are correct.
In truth, I couldn't care a bit 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 Just wouldn't like it
Not caring if 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. One 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.
Pushing values and ego, as always
so very simply we broadcast songs about
wanting to kill somebody else 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.
I've got no money, and so throughout the day again, i sing songs of praise to indolence.
Are these wounds really OK to be expressed with word's like "I'm Lonely?"
Carrying nothing but such obstinacy, today again I sleep alone on my bed.
We who were but youths
at some point start to change into young adults Growing old, one day we rot away like fallen leaves,
with not a soul in the world knowing of our existence.
Obtaining an immortal body,
and living our whole existence without dying...I'm just daydreaming about these kinds of science fiction situations
I couldn't care a bit if I died
but i'm wanted by the people around me,
living on carrying such 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 we're going to end up sad and it that's fine, Then you gotta laugh alone forever.
We are hated by life itself.
Without even 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 the word "goodbye" a little too much.
With no knowledge of a true farewell,
and are hated by life itself.
Happiness, farewells, love, and friendship;
they're all goods that can be bought for money...
Within jokes made by comical dreams...
I might just die tomorrow you know,
everything might just end up being for naught.
Mornings and nights, spring and autumn,
unchanging, someone dies somewhere.
I don't need dreams or even a tomorrow,
If you'll have lived on then that's all i need.
Yeah.
That's actually.
What i want to sing about!
Hated by life itself.
In the end we'll die anyway.
You will.
I will.
one day all of us will rot away like fallen leaves But regardless, we live on frantically-
shouldering our lives, frantically, we live-
Killing, struggling, laughing, shouldering it all,
living,
living, living,
living, living, living,
living, living, living, living,
Just live.