25時、ナイトコードで - 悔やむと書いてミライ (Kuyamu to Kaite Mirai) (English Translation) LyricsIf you pierced right through me with a knife
That would be nice, that would be nice
If you stabbed me with your absurd, pretentious speech
That would be nice, that would be nice
Even though I've thrown it in the trash already
I've been hiding my entire life in the cuffs of my sleeves
And there it's remained, unable to be burned, not turning into ash
I want to die, I want to disappear, there's nothing left for me here
There's no more hope in a life like this
So I'm just standing here in this nightmare
In a world that bloomed from my choked past
I'm broken, I'm covered in invisible wounds
They won't be able to scab over
And I know that
So I write the future with this lament
Pretending to be alive while marching toward death
That's life, isn't it? That's life
So then why were we born into this world
In such immature, imperfect bodies
Each one with a heart still beating?
That's right, I tried to get a flower to bloom
By watering it with this crumpled watering can
But there wasn't even a single seed scattered in the dirt
That's why I slipped away, abandoned it
The love that's like a plague on this world
And the depths of a superficial friend's affection
Are thinner than a fingernail
I don't know anything, I don't want to know anything
There's no deeper meaning behind these words anyway
And I know that
So I write the future with this lament
I only have enough wax on this candle to last me one way
And I'm desperately trying to keep it aflame
In the dimly lit inch I can see ahead, who do those tracks belong to
Who's the one who's fallen into a hole?
That's life for you, the life that we have
Was the very act of being born a mistake?
I want to die, I want to disappear
There's nothing left for me here, there's no more hope in a life like this
So I'm just standing here in this nightmare
In a world that bloomed from my choked past
I'm broken, I'm covered in invisible wounds
They won't be able to scab over
And I know that
So I write the future with this lament
I'll write the future with this lament
"I want to disappear, I want to disappear;"
How many times have I said that to myself by now?
Please, give me regrets, so that I can no longer dream