僕らは順応しない 僕らは反省しない 僕らは戦争したい 約束は出来るだけしない 百貨店の下着売り場は暗い 反政府ゲリラ組織に入りたい無秩序の無こそ知りたい 僕らの溜息が礫になって校庭に落下する瞬間を見たい あの子のスカートになりたい過ぎた憂鬱は悲劇ではなく喜劇的であると主張したい こんな寂しい幸福について君と語り合いたい 刃渡り15センチのそれで最終的な自己帰結を試みたい
ペガサスの羽音を聞いてみたい 初冬の空に出せなかった手紙を燃やしたい それが夕日に照らされる頃に泣きたい 本家の桜の木をもう一度見たい死にたい 死にたい と言って死ねなかった僕らが生きる今日がこんなに白々しいものだと伝えたいそれでも死ななくて良かったと思う日がたまにある事を伝えたい 母親の胸にもう一度抱かれたい 僕は僕を愛したい
We don't adapt, we don't reflectWe want to make war, we don't make promises as much as possibleThe underwear sales areas of the department stores are darkI want to get in the anti-government guerrilla organizationI want to know how's it like to be without a disorderI want to see the moment our sighs become gravel and fall to the schoolyardI want to become that girl's skirtI want to argue that the past melancholy was a comedy rather than a tragedyI want to talk to you about this lonely happinessI want to prove my final self-consequence with the 15cm-long blade
I want to try hearing the Pegasus's flutterI want to burn the early winter's letter that I failed to bring outAnd then I want to cry by the time I'm illuminated by the setting sunI want to see once again the cherry tree at homeI want to convey that it's such a transparent thing that we, who said "I want to die, I want to die" but couldn't die, are living todayEven so, I want to convey that there are some days when I think it's a good thing that we didn't dieI want to be embraced by my mother's chest one more timeI want to love myself