one-room epic
in our ¥60,000-a-month apartment, we travel the worldthe burning city; the dried-up canal; the old man who stands still, stunnedour one-room epic, via wireless LAN, speeds up indefinitelywith that centrifugal force, it flipped and crasheda happiness that doesn’t keep its original shape --please sell that to me. please sell me a heart that can laughtoday’s weather is apocalyptic. has the ideal of reliance withered too?the world’s ending, it’s ending soonemptiness, loneliness, that’s the new trendbecause i became sick of everything, i set fire to this room
burn, burn, burn it allthis city’s beautiful dawn, the memories that don’t fit itthe dream of confronting tomorrow’s rematch in high spiritsi’m defeated by the rain, defeated by the winddefeated by the snow, by summer’s heateven so, this guy called ‘life’ isn’t someone i should lose tothat place you stand alone is practically a burned-out wasteland
silently, i stared at the flames. in the increasingly bustling street, like a silent movie’s slow-motion, the world looked ridiculous.when the sirens sounded, i came back to my sensessurprised that there was a self i had to return toah, it seems i’m still allowed to be who i amthe confused passersby, lit intermittently by the red lamp;outside, separated by a single frame of film, this town seems like a summer festivaljust in the moment when i thought i couldn’t bear those smirks any longeri was put into a chokehold. i, i yelled desperately"don’t snuff it out! that’s my soul!"
burn, burn, burn it allall the trash that’s built up until now; myself, who treasured that; the wretchedness of clinging to miraclesi’m defeated by the rain, defeated by the winddefeated by the snow, by summer’s heateven so, this guy called 'life’ isn’t someone i should lose tothat place you stand alone is practically a burned-out wasteland
in any case, the future is a terminal dead end. if you wish to find a new selfthen completely burn the things of the past, until they turn to ash
burn, burn, burn it allthrow all the old things inthese flames that raise high upwards -- take it as a fire to light the way aheadi’m defeated by the rain, defeated by the winddefeated by the snow, by summer’s heateven so, this guy called 'life’ isn’t someone i should lose to
burn, burn, burn it allfor the sake of meeting your new selfthis flame that’s snuffed out by a sighthis flame that’s extinguished by tearsi’m defeated by the rain, defeated by the winddefeated by the snow, by summer’s heateven so, this guy called 'myself’ isn’t someone i should lose tothat place you stand alone is practically a burned-out wasteland