Wandering in the wind
"I was dumped by my girfriend" if I consulted the therapist 1I'd be preached it was my own fault 2 and ascribed"I won't come again to this quack doctor, I'm fully aware of my flaws"I'm not strong enough to get serious, just like a snowdrift of self-hatred
Dreams, hope or the future are a threat for the current meSuch kind of manga, novel, film, music are recyclable garbageIn the past I used to have dreams. Those dreams grumble at my bedside:"You're hopeless, you useless piece of trash, who thinks that is special"
I have no dreams. I expect nothing. I'm a lethargic living corpsebut I can't throw away the small shameful thought, the living prideUnexpectedly crying late at night, signing back and forth at the last minuteThe moon floats in the night sky's margin, only wishing for the morning to come fast.
To the point where there's no other choice but to do it, I was cornered when I noticedI can't choose the way nor the means, I, who am so mediocre, lack talentBeing challenged makes me fail, troubles me. Since when did that become fun?I was endlessly laughed at. Each time I became a perverse person
Peddling my life expectancy per hour, I'm irritated at the time I have left.I was betrayed by time, but that could turn food 3 into a godsend.Without anything lost, almost like it's better with my hands fullBoy with dead fish eyes, I'm grateful to you
I have no dreams. I expect nothing. I'm a lethargic living corpse"I want to look back at the scoffing guys, who are pointing behind the desperate boy"That's my public facade 4 which I want to be praised, but I just want to aimlessly singThere's no winning, there's no losing. I'll continue this ugly fight till I die.
To the people that reached their hands out to me, I am truly grateful.I should be reserved a little more, shouldn't I? A bag full of thanks.The things I should do. The things I should convey. If I laze, that's the route to ceasing.Not for others, not for reputation, but for my own sake, I want to sing.
I have no dreams. I expect nothing. I'm a lethargic living corpseBut certainly, albeit only slightly, the sky's light shines on the antidepressant songThe strength to live that's changing naturally, becomes the excuse for me, who can't completely die"Wandering in the wind", "difficult to understand", even if I was told that, there's no other way