14 years old
The song of ashes, the absence of talent, a mourning funeral
The home station of the Joban Line, the melancholy of the crow perched at the electric wiresThe girl who sees that, faces the daily melancholy that doesn't fly away by laughingEveryday the same is repeated but we're not children anymoreWithout chasing the things we lost, without turning back for the things that already passed usI have the feeling I'm wrong but surely it can't be helpedThe long haired boy who saw a dream and came to Tokyo,The city buildings swaying in the wind, that's what she's looking atLooking, looking with the crow's eyeballs, looking
The song of ashes, the absence of talent, a mourning funeral
I don't know what's this place. The frozen mockery doesn't disgust me.That's an array of white dwarf stars. I want to be burned by those,or better yet, you become ash, be blown by the wind and disappear completelyI shut myself in my locked room, but there'n not a single thing burningParent and child laugh at their orange apartment's verandaI don't doubt the conviction that tomorrow too, good things will happenIt's because of that resounding voice that our chests overflowedThere are rain clouds in the distance, so tomorrow will surely rain
It isn't fun but I tried to laugh. Still, we are empty, sowe have to start something right now. If that's the case, I'll sing a songA song I like
The youth's attic of self-consciousness that I wished for more than anything else"I didn't want to be hated by people" the poster in my room with such title was totally dark"Just what will I become" in the end I'm just nothingLike the embers of my adolescence, I live today sipping the night dewThe happy end like those in an american movie didn't comeIn the end, I am me. In the end, today was today.We had the power to change tomorrow.I laughed a little at the variety show on TV.
I'm not sad but I shed tears, because we are always emptywe have to start something right now. If that's the case, I'll sing a songA song I like
I don't want to die but I cut my wrists, because today too, she is emptyRight now I must convey something. If that's the case, I'll sing a song.I don't want to live but I survived. If that's the case, I'll sing a song.A song I like