"Don't you dare say you wanna die."
"Live on without giving up!"
It's ridiculous to say that songs with that kind of lyrics are correct.
To be honest, I wouldn't care at all 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 I just wouldn't like it."
Having no care whatsoever wether strangers lived 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...
On 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.
Forcing values and ego.
We so very simply broadcast songs about wanting to kill someone over radio waves.
We are hated by itself.
We who thoughtlessly we want to die and look at life carelessly are hated by it.
I enjoy sleeps of idleness throughout the day.
Still without grasping the meaning of life, I come to an epiphany that it's pointless and so I take my breath.
Is it really okay to express this wound with the words, "I'm lonely"?
Carrying nothing else but such obstinacy, today I sleep alone on my bed again.
We who were but youths at some point start to change into young adults.
Growing old, one day we rot away like fallen leaves without a single soul in the world knowing about it.
Obtaining an immortal body, and living our whole lives without dying...
...I'm just daydreaming about these kind of science fiction situations.
I couldn't care a bit if I died, but still I want others to live.
Living on with these contradictions, I think I'll get yelled at.
"Things that are 'correct' should stay 'correct'."
"If you don't wanna die, then live."
If you're going to end up sad and if that's fine then you gotta laugh alone forever.
We are hated by itself.
Without even grasping the meaning of joy, we just hate the hand life has dealt us and merely curse our past.
We are hated by life itself.
We who simply like the idea of "goodbyes" a little too much and not truly know about what a "true farewell" is,
Are hated by life itself.
Happiness, farewells, love, and friendship;
They're all illusions of comical dreams that can be bought by money...
I might just die tomorrow, you know.
Everything might just end up being for naught.
At mornings, and nights, on spring, and autumn.
Unchanging, someone dies somewheres.
I don't need dreams or even a tomorrow.
Of you'll have lived on then that's all I ever need.
Yeah...
That's actually...
What I want to sing about!
Hated by life itself.
In the end, we will all die eventually.
You will, I will,
One day, all of us will rot away like fallen leaves.
But regardless, we live on desperately–
Holding onto our lives, desperately, we live–
Killing, struggling, laughing, embracing it all,
Living, living, living, living
Just live!
Idk why but it kinda fits the story.... plus, I like this song lol