Laugh at my death, won't you?
Throw the flowers for my offering.
That’s how you always show your condolences,
without meaning it at all.

Let’s leave this place,
never to return again.
Hey, that’s fine, isn’t it?
An empty garden,
planting seeds of unrest.
Hey, what do you think?
Will you cry, upside down?

Praying for you, praying, writing tales of happiness.
I won’t beg for forgiveness, LaLaLa.
Layering lies, piling them up, clouding the melancholy.
Nothing will remain—farewell.

Restricting emotions with a middle finger,
fragments of thoughts floating up now and then.
Are you ready yet? Yes, I’m ready.
I ask the fool reflected in the mirror.

Just forget it all—
Really?
You know you can’t forget it anyway.
How many more times will you repeat this?
Besieging the heart,
the tranquil days pass by.
Placing my hand on my chest,
because I can’t return to those times.

Far away, to the future, running at full speed.
Only the pain won’t fade away—ah, ah, in the rain.
Counting the present, putting an end to it,
only the heart lags behind.
I hate you—be happy.

Someday, someday, if we meet again,
words won’t be necessary, right?
Were you, were you also the same as me?
Because, isn’t it obvious?
The sky is still cloudy with rain.

Praying together, praying, writing tales of the end.
I don’t need your compassion—radiant eyes.
Burning lies, scorching them, let the heat dance once more.

To the end, to the darkness, running away without regret.
Pain is the only proof—pain, pain, ah, I’m alive.
Layering the present, rushing through,
to a world just for the two of us.

Whether you love or hate me, that’s up to you.