The thousand-year happiness theory
If all beings on this ground are changing their shape along with timeIs it worth clinging on to the things we hold dear?The flowers I plucked on a whim, whitered miserably and hideouslyYou, who are so gentle, will you change the same way?
A thousand-year continuing affectionA thousand-year continuing friendshipA thousand-year continuing easeA thousand-year continuing happinessWe never stop desiring, but where could they be?
A train derailment ocurred. I was into the TV evening news.I ended up turning my eyes away from the grief of the deceased's family and lover.The moment I knew the end was coming someday, people became dear for the first timeI was glad it wasn't you. I, who thought that, am a despicable human being after all, aren't I?
A thousand-year continuing affectionA thousand-year continuing friendshipA thousand-year continuing easeA thousand-year continuing happinessIt might be a foolish thing but, please, stay alive.
Wouldn't you laugh if I said it's unforgivable for me to live without you?Is it impossible1 for you to say "it's sad" if you go on living without me?*
A thousand-year continuing affectionA thousand-year continuing friendshipA thousand-year continuing easeA thousand-year continuing happinessA thousand-year continuing conceitA thousand-year continuing serenityA thousand-year continuing fraternityA thousand-year continuing passionA thousand-year continuing caringA thousand-year continuing dignityA thousand-year continuing lifeA thousand-year continuing joyBecause there's an ending to them, they're beautiful. But I don't wan't to understand that.
A thousand-year continuing happinessThe end is always too early