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Don't Leave Me Even a Single Sorrow

Versions: #1
The steam whistle blows so curtly.
'We're here already,' says the one journeying.
If I cry, it's painful. If I laugh, even moreso.
So don't leave me even a single sorrow.
 
Parting with your family, separating from your friend.
'Wherever I live, I will be me.'
You had best stop thinking like that.
Call yourself the wheel tracks of your life.
 
I loathe all these sad things,
and yet for us, it's only ever goodbyes.
Don't go anywhere,
live in this town forever.
Adding years on until we die,
I want us to live life laughing.
 
If you can, get out quietly please.
And don't leave me even a single sorrow.
 
The one journeying has such little baggage.
Such little homesickness and so few unforgettable memories too,
because he leaves everything behind at the starting station.
Aomori station is littered with sentiments.
 
'A dream is a dream,' he bragged.
But someone said that a dream is one because it's granted.
Don't lend an ear to those who've realized their dreams.
If it's your dream, then dream it.
 
I loathe all these painful things,
and yet we are only ever fighting.
Don't go anywhere,
live in this town forever.
Adding years on until we die,
I want us to live life laughing.
 
If you can, get out quietly please.
And don't leave me even a single sorrow.
 
You fighters, heal your wounds.
You must not fall mid-battle.
You say 'This life isn't so precious,'
but someone who holds you dear is right here.
 
The road before you is long, but the end will come quickly.
It's only from when you start hurrying that everything begins.
I don't know what'll happen from now on.
That's everything that I wanted to say.
 
I loathe all these lonesome things,
and yet we are only ever setting out on our journeys.
Don't go anywhere,
live in this town forever.
Adding years on until we die,
I want us to live life laughing.
 
The steam whistle is blowing, so I'm going to go too.
Don't leave me even a single sorrow.
Don't leave me even a single sorrow.
 

Fish Bowl

Versions: #1
The tracks in the railyard
creak like an asthmatic.
They sense that rain is close.
 
In the parking lot of a shopping mall,
Haru had sat on a bench
waiting for the ATM to open.
The sunrays were as they had been. At a wearisome volume,
jazz plays like it's from a music box.
Because it's aware that it has come to suit this town.
It's singing as much as it can.
 
We were filled with impatience.
Because we live in a fish bowl.
We were filled with fear.
Because we live in a smoke room.
 
We are neither impatient for nor fear today ending.
A new slate for a single day,
like it was traced by eye.
And we don't even stifle our yawns.
 
Would someone please cut the power to the air pump?
If not, then I'll do it.
 
Look, these are the edges of the world.
Shuttered down storefronts, orbital expressway Route 7.
The stadium rock flowing from the local radio
plays an exaggerated engine roar and was caught in a speedtrap.
 
The words 'Boredom isn't so bad'
can only be said after you've known something other than boredom.
And the signboard at the pachinko parlor,
that's the edge of our world.
 

Word Processor

Versions: #1
Caught in a blackout membrane.
Liberation movement for the
sensitivity that'd severed all brain activity, path to recapture.
The consequent solitary armed uprising.
 
With regards to whether to live or die,
counting backwards from the end, it's a suburban memento mori.
An alley of shuttered down shops, iron bridge on the outskirts of the city,
the spirits of our ancestors always stand watch.
 
My secondhand car keeps making a hundred thousand kilometers
worth of round trips on a highway from each word to the next.
If I keep nursing my dreams unfulfilled at the beach,
then even those will finally be seen through to the end.
 
If you are to bury my bones, then let it be in my hometown.
But the final resting place of my words is right here.
Ten years later, a hundred years later,
I'm confident that they're seeds that will bud somehow or another.
 
I sing the songs we were told not to sing.
I scream the words we were told not to speak.
It must be a passion strong enough to burn
those tears of defeat we once shed.
I glared at tomorrow as if to say 'Like I'd let it end here,'
and desperately shot down my impulse of annoyance.
Without calling it hope, what is it to be called?
 
Reality and fantasy weigh equally
and become a lead downpour. From the hole it opened in that chest
I can see your faded thing called tomorrow.
 
The word processor that kept speaking in mathematical formulas.
Even the shortest little line ripped out and thrown away,
now that some years have passed
at last it bores into even rock-like despair.
 
I sing the songs we were told not to sing.
I scream the words we were told not to speak.
It must be a passion strong enough to burn
those tears of defeat we once shed.
 
I glared at tomorrow as if to say 'Like I'd let it end here,'
and desperately shot down my impulse of annoyance.
Without calling it hope, what is it to be called?
 
I sing the songs we were told not to sing. My head spins.
 

Spirits

Versions: #1
Hanging up the fantasies of his bygone days,
a sentimental teenager passes by a shadow on his way out.
 
His coat is wrapped around someone long-departed, and now the winds are all that lie ahead.
With frigid fingertips, he opens the door, leaves behind his lingering affection, and heads into town.
Downtown, he sees familiar faces and hears silent laughter. The city is deafeningly quiet.
His happiness recedes into the periphery of his awareness, as he trades it away for cheap pleasures.
He's been nursing all his small regrets for long enough to be sick of it,
and when he returns to his one-bedroom apartment, the apathetic setting sun
stirs all these feelings together, and he starts to see things unseen.
 
Spirits. Nightfall. Voicemails. An empty apartment.
 

The age of youth

Versions: #1
You tell me 'I love you', 'I love you', every other instant [all the time]
I'm telling you something, and it is not because I don't believe you, not because I don't believe you
But real love, my love can be known only [by going] through life
If you love me like I love you, come and search for me
Come and search for me where life shines the most, because there I am
 
From my heart like a spring
Only joy, only joy flows
Our heart beats at the heart of the motherland
Every heartbeat, beautiful like a song
'Twenty years old', how [beautiful] this word sounds
Oh how many dreams it awakes within us
 
This white [pure] age, the age of youth
It blossoms its days within the bosom of happiness
And even if I really was not twenty years old
This life would make me feel so
Happiness smiles at us, at this land's every corner
When we say 'youth' we have also said 'happiness'
 
Tak-tak-tak, my heart is beating, lightly it talks to me
I'm twenty tears old, today I come out [emerge/sprout] into the life*,
It [she**] is calling me
A new light to light in its [her] eye
A new song to awaken in its [her] bosom
 
If you love me like I love you, come and search for me
Come and search for me where life shines the most, because there I am
From my heart like a spring
Only happiness, only happiness flows
 
Our heart beats at the heart of the motherland
Every heartbeat, beautiful like a song
'Twenty years old', how [beautiful] this word sounds
Oh how many dreams it awakes within us
 
This white [beautiful] age, the age of youth
It blossoms its days within the bosom of happiness
And even if I really wasn't twenty years old
This life would make me feel so
Happiness smiles at us, at this land's every corner
When we say 'youth' we also say 'happiness'
 
Happiness smiles at us, at this land's every corner
When we say 'youth' we also say 'happiness'
 
Like the morning dew
Our dreams full of light
Everywhere where people are
They come into life with love
 

Storm Prince

The sharp light
Dancing in the air
Inviting the storm
The prince
 
The death agony
I love to hear it
Your soul
I will cut it up
 
Varia's number one
Skilled in battle sense
Prince the Ripper
It's not a gallantry
 
Look at the sinking royalty sacred blood
The revival of the deep crimson excitement
The cruelty of my arts
 
Everything in this world will be cut up
 
The cold light
Will corner you down
The raging waves' tricks
The genius
 
Only losing
I won't allow it
The prince's instinct
The winner is me
 
Mafia's heart
Will be dyed by fear
Prince the Ripper
It's about me
 
I can't stop the rising excitement
The innocent nakedness
The cruel nature
 
Everything in this world will be cut up
 
'Ushishishi ushishishi ushishishi'
 
Look at the sinking royalty sacred blood
The revival of the deep crimson excitement
The merciless longing
 
I can't stop the rising excitement
The innocent nakedness
The cruel nature
 
Everything in this world will be cut up
 

Convenience Store Umbrella

Versions: #1
The convenience store umbrella,
drenched in 365 days of scornful laughter, does not return to the earth.
It isn't trash, nor is it a possession.
It isn't useful, nor does it get in the way.
In the afternoon, it's pecked at by crows.
At night, it scowls at the constellations.
 
The crucified trees by the road say to 'Look.'
I went with it, and in the far off sky I looked up at--
winter clouds, and a ballistic missile flying at 3 kilometers a second.
 
'The winter rain is so cold,' I whisper,
and close my eyes again.
 

Spirit of the wintry wind

On the park road where dead leaves fall dancing
You passed me by
The north wind was disordering your long hair
You were walking at fast pace looking down
Without any voice saying 'How are you?'
You seemed to be lonely
Your eyes showing sorrow
Were crying with the cold wintry wind
 
Surely you can't bring that person back to your memories
You kept walking without having a place to go
If you talk to me, your heart will get lighter
Please turn your face to me anytime
 
Though I'm not affected by the cold
My body shivers a little
I was feeling that way
When I saw the red setting sun
 
My innocent figure is loaded on your back
Love sadness is something that ends dissapearing
If you talk to me, your heart will get lighter
Please turn your face to me anytime
If you talk to me, your heart will get lighter
Please turn your face to me anytime
 

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One Night in Dubai

Yeah!
 
One Night in Dubai!
 
I can die for you, maybe I can.
Come On, you tell me you love, you don't have a choice.1
 
You and I, don't say goodbye!
All we need One Night in Dubai.
Close your eyes and in the nights,
All we need is One Night in Dubai.
One Night in Dubai!
 
Oh, my heart beats for you, you are everything for me.
As the rain drops from the sky I feel alive with you.2
 
You and I, don't say goodbye!
All we need is One Night in Dubai.
Close your eyes and in the nights!
All we need, all we need,
One Night in Dubai!
One Night in Dubai!
 
All we need is One Night in Dubai,
One Night in Dubai!
 

• 1. Die in the sense of Dieing on the Beauty
• 2. lit. My heart feels within my heart

I'm Worried

It's as if your damn heart was still left with me
Do you think that the people of this city didn't see my wet eyes?
You left me while laughing
I was crying in this game, who was the loser?
I didn't think that I would be so committed to her
 
I'm worried that you won't come and take my heart again
It's terribly lonely without you
Just think about me once
I'm worried that you won't come and take my heart again
It's terribly lonely without you
Just think about me once
 
It's as if I disappeared into the midst of this crowded city
I filled in every space, even you wanting me was a lie
 
I'm worried that you won't come and take my heart again
It's terribly lonely without you
Just think about me once
I'm worried that you won't come and take my heart again
It's terribly lonely without you
Just think about me once
 

100 Magnitude

What a grave mistake it was that my heart fell into your hands
Forget it, enough of all this flirting
Come on, you killed us with those honey-colored eyes
Don't worry, there is no one at all besides you in my heart
 
With that 100 magnitude gaze, you remove my heart from its place
You turn people's hearts upside-down but the effect won't last
With that 100 magnitude gaze, you remove my heart from its place
You turn people's hearts upside-down but the effect won't last
 
She wants to stare into your eyes
I'm scared for when her gaze falls on me
 
With that 100 magnitude gaze, you remove my heart from its place
You turn people's hearts upside-down but the effect won't last
With that 100 magnitude gaze, you remove my heart from its place
You turn people's hearts upside-down but the effect won't last
 

Isaac

Isaac, one carton of nervous.
Glee and ache, less than a step apart.
Factories, black smoke the campus.
Langston, just a little puff of drama.
 
A well-dressed woman massaged the back of a Shinagawa Station congested and coughing.
In the crouching streets one early morning,
Another day for criminals who for their kind are hunting, jam-packed with the noise of peepers, experts, and speculating.
'You villains don't have the guts to look each other in the eye,' the least self-aware of them all is shouting.
Many things mistaken for being upstanding. Corrupting delusion,
Obituaries in autumn, the discharge of a gun,
The first snow that's on the run from Touhoku in December.
 
Isaac, one carton of nervous.
Glee and ache, less than a step apart.
Factories, black smoke the campus.
Langston, just a little puff of drama.
 
If someone always feels pain whenever they hurt someone else, that pain will lead to their death.
You might even say that kindness is a disease.
Whenever someone spits on the ground, every last one of us will step on it as we move forward.
In blizzards or stormy trails, even if there's no light before our sails.
So desperate that we'll break our body, grasp death and insanity.
Like a mine caved-in, humanism burying people within.
Hope will one day disappear. But only when breath leaves our bodies.
 
Isaac, one carton of nervous.
Glee and ache, less than a step apart.
Factories, black smoke the campus.
Langston, just a little puff of drama.
 

If You Sing to the Sky

Versions: #2
Cut through fact or fiction, and look up to the heavens, the eternity that flew away
If you sing to the sky, pay no heed to regrets.
Inevitable, inevitable, a future which will surely come to pass
For that reason, claw onward!
 
A mirage, paddling through a river of tears for so many years
Goodbye, I must go!
No matter what you lose,
The unforgotten bitterness and shame
Will adorn your heart
 
Cut through fact or fiction, and look up to the heavens, the eternity that flew away
If you sing to the sky, pay no heed to regrets.
Inevitable, inevitable, too bright to break off from,
To that future, claw onward!
 
Cherished desires can't be achieved without hurting someone
The ideals you don't mind losing will be your signpost
Laugh if you must, take the scorn with you too
 
Your voice that day, what you wanted to say, what you couldn't say
If you sing to the sky, shake free from your regrets.
Inevitable, inevitable, in throwing away, you carried too much
For that reason, claw onward!
 
Anguish becomes a sudden downpour.
The quagmire of scorn clings to your leg, not letting you go
Confined within a rain cloud
The isolated sky
Flight from the captured darkness
The things I gripped slipped out immediately.
The things I believed passed away too quickly.
And yet, with just this warmth they left behind,
This life is worth living.
Emerging from the muddy stream of disappointment
A streak of light shining from the dull, cloudy sky
By then, the rain had already lifted.
 
Cut through fact or fiction, and look up to the heavens, the eternity that flew away
If you sing to the sky,
Your voice that day crying something, what you wanted to say, what you couldn't say
If you sing to the sky, go along with your regrets.
Inevitable, inevitable, in ending, you lost too much
For that reason, claw onward!
Finite, finite, our slim remaining future
For that reason, claw onward!
 

Crushed Beneath an Empty Sky 空っぽの空に潰される

Versions: #6
I collected too many letters that I had to get rid of my own belongings.
 
Just as I finally start to feel satisfied, the truth is it feels empty again.
 
''It's better to have more money'', ''It's better to have more friends'',
 
''It's better to have more peace of mind'' - what is ''happiness'' in the end?
 
We spell ''frantic (必死)'' as ''certain (必) of death (死)'', we spell ''dazed (夢中)'' as ''inside (中) of a dream (夢)''.
 
And, right now, frantic and dazed, we're running through the seasons.
 
Our injuries wouldn't stop growing, but we had friends who could laugh and say, ''It hurts!''
 
But don't envy your past self - that person's only an imaginary rival.
 
If you're happy, you should laugh, right? When you're sad, you should cry, right?
 
So what should I do when I feel so empty? Tell me! Tell me!
 
These curt seasons come one after another, saying goodbye without any reluctance.
 
And on top of that, what should I even look forward to? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I'm crushed beneath this empty, empty, empty sky.
 
In the end, ''humans beings'' seem to have one or two things missing.
 
Do you think we're lacking something? Do you think we're in need of something?
 
I only have as little baggage as I need, and for me that's more than enough.
 
So let's see if I can run again. Let's see if I can run, frantic and dazed.
 
Today comes to an end, and another today comes around. I can't go anywhere as they stream past, but when I said I hate the things I hate, I've finally washed ashore at this ''today''.
 
That's why today is an anniversary: the anniversary of when I finally took a stand.
 
But there's still just one problem: today feels completely empty.
 
If you're happy, you should laugh, right? When you're sad, you should cry, right?
 
So what should I do when I feel so empty? Tell me! Tell me!
 
The people and things we loved abruptly disappear, saying goodbye without any reluctance.
 
And on top of that, what should I even look forward to? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I'm crushed beneath this empty, empty, empty sky.
 
Would things get easier if I complained? Would things get easier if I did nothing but cry?
 
Does it feel nice to say ''I want to die''? Do I even want to take another step from here?
 
I left something behind somewhere, in a classroom or maybe back in the womb.
 
''Happiness'' must be learning to love your permanent flaws.
 
If you're happy, you should laugh, right? When you're sad, you should cry, right?
 
So what should I do when I feel so empty? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I came all this way from a dark place, only to return back to another dark place.
 
But in that time, what can I even do? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I'm crushed beneath this empty, empty, empty sky.
 

amazarashi - Sayonara gokko さよならごっこ (Pretending to Say Goodbye)

Melancholy scatters in the wind and casts a shadow where it gathers.
 
Our footsteps incessantly remind us of our impermanence, and I get so lost when I peer into the depth of your eyes.
 
We used to have hopes, right? About what lies ahead?
 
The reason we joke and laugh is that the road we travel is so dark, and I guess it's our job to turn on the lights.
 
I'm all to familiar with pretending to say goodbye, but I still broke into tears as I waved farewell.
 
This deep red sadness of ours gets darker, and darker, and then becomes night.
 
Even if it's inevitable that tomorrow will come around, I didn't ever say that I wanted to live for it.
 
Even though I'm better off quitting, I still keep on having dreams of the future. Of the future. And it's all your fault.
 
All the things we need to accomplish are hanging from the crescent moon.
 
Even wandering the roads at the night, your figure radiates reassurance.
 
It takes time to trust - especially when it's trusting another person.
 
But if we're on the same road, there's no reason to stay distant either.
 
When all's said and done, if I'm going to share something, then I'll need someone to share it with, and I'll need myself too.
 
I'm all to familiar with pretending to say goodbye, but I still broke into tears as I waved farewell.
 
This deep red sadness of ours gets darker, and darker, and then becomes night.
 
If love was there from the very beginning, we never checked to be sure.
 
Destiny takes us along to meet the most unexpected people, and they leave a lasting impression in the depths of our hearts.
 
If there's hardship, we can bear it. If there's pain, we can share it.
 
But I couldn't shoulder your burdens all the way up to your fated destination.
 
Farewells are always hard, no matter how many times I've done them, so we're only pretending to part ways. This is just a goodbye game.
 
It's a game where I trick myself by saying ''I'm sure we'll meet again.''
 
''I'm sure we'll meet again.''
 
I'm all too familiar with pretending to say goodbye, but I still broke into tears as I waved farewell.
 
These deep red lies of ours they dampen, and dampen, and then morning arrives.
 
I guess the fact that we've grown apart means that we were united at one point.
 
If we called it ''giving up'', then I'd feel guilty doing it.
 
But it's fate. It's fate. That's what you called it.
 

amazarashi - Monster バケモノ

Versions: #3
He was a monster. A beast that feeds off lies.
 
I met him in the park, like an abandoned dog on a Monday morning.
 
Amidst the dew-coated morning glories, collapsed beneath the midsummer sun, he was gasping, and he looked at me with frightened eyes.
 
When I stroked his patchy fur, his mouth twitched, in spite of his starved body.
 
Perhaps out of pity, or sympathy, or something else entirely, I thought, ''Maybe I should give him one of my lies''
 
Like how even though right now I want to disappear, I'm pretending that I don't.
 
Or right in front of my family, ''I always leave for school right on time'', and when I get home, I'll say ''Today was a fun day, too'' - lying about that.
 
''Eat these up, little monster. You seem to be enjoying them plenty, aren't you?''
 
He was a monster. A beast that feeds off lies.
 
After I filled his stomach, he took a liking to me, and grew right before my eyes.
 
Me, an outcast. The bridge where I jumped.
 
The window of a hospital room. My sobbing mother. The evening glow in a grove of trees.
 
A greedy expression showed on his face, and as time went on, his body grew fatter.
 
Since he keeps pestering me more and more for my next lie, I guess I'll give him another one, shall I?
 
Though the truth was just that I screwed up at killing myself, I lied about it.
 
Right in front of my family, timidly smiling, ''I was so lucky to have survived.''
 
And so now today, just as easy as breathing, I tell lies.
 
''Eat these up, little monster. You've grown plenty big, haven't you?''
 
And now the monster has grown even taller than I am.
 
Since I'm just a pile of lies, won't he eat me up once and for all?
 
''Living was so hard! It was painful, and I couldn't take it anymore! But it would have been the most painful to have other people think that I was suffering!''
 
When I finally screamed out what I really felt, the monster shrivelled before my very eyes.
 
But hey, I'm still hiding some lies - lies that even I fall for.
 
Even though all I want is to live happily even after, I keep telling these lies.
 
If they're trifling delusions meant to fill the gap between our ideals and our reality, then maybe lies are inevitable for us, being so weak.
 
And now today, everyone out there is telling lies.
 
''Eat those up.'' Don't we all have two sides to us: the real thing, and the shadow lurking behind.
 
He's a monster. A beast that feeds on lies.
 
One by one, each and every one of us hides him behind our backs.
 
And that secret, the swelling that we try to cover up, is like a shadow that looms behind you. It's pretty big, isn't it?
 

amazarashi - Untitled 無題 (Mudai)

Versions: #2
amazarashi - Untitled
 
On the first floor of a wooden apartment, he was absorbed in painting pictures.
 
He wanted to paint in his own way. He wanted to depict the world around him.
 
From a young age he loved to draw, since everyone praised him for it.
 
But these days the only person who praises him is his girlfriend living with him.
 
But he was happy with that. Even though their daily routines kept them apart, he treasured the letters she would leave behind on cherry blossom themed stationery.
 
Before he knew it, dawn had broken. Before he knew it, the day had passed.
 
Before he knew it, winter had ended. And that day, he sold his first painting.
 
Their circumstances were already starting to change.
 
In the following month he sold all his paintings.
 
The world around them kept on changing.
 
Everyone lauded his paintings.
 
His girlfriend, looking so happy, said, ''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 
Sometimes he received letters of appreciation from the buyers of his paintings.
 
He didn't feel very appreciated, but he didn't feel hated either.
 
He was delighted by all the treasures that began to pile up in that small room.
 
He hoped that things would stay this way forever.
 
He grew to like painting more and more.
 
He wanted to paint more magnificent paintings.
 
He wanted to paint in his own way. He wanted to depict deeper truths.
 
He completed his masterpiece. Even his girlfriend smiled and said, ''It's wonderful, isn't it?''
 
It was a painting of true human nature, shameful enough to make anyone avert their eyes.
 
But everyone scowled at his painting.
 
People left like the tide was dragging them away.
 
The world around them kept on changing.
 
People derided him, calling him talentless.
 
The arguing grew, and his girlfriend finally left him.
 
''I guess I was wrong to have believed in you.''
 
''I guess I was wrong.''
 
On the first floor of a wooden apartment, even now he's still painting pictures.
 
He wanted to paint in his own way. Ultimately, he wanted to depict his emptiness.
 
From a young age he loved to draw, but at this point he no longer remembers the reason.
 
There's nobody around who praises him anymore.
 
He no longer even gives names to the paintings that keep piling up.
 
Many months must have gone by without him realizing, but that day, he sold a single painting for the first time in a while.
 
The world around him kept on changing.
 
A letter arrived from the buyer - a single sentence on cherry blossom themed stationery: ''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 
''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 
''I was right to have believed in you.''
 
''I was right.''
 

amazarashi - Sayonara Gokko さよならごっこ (Anime/TV Dororo ED)

amazarashi - Pretending to Say Goodbye
 
Melancholy scatters in the wind and casts a shadow where it gathers.
 
Our footsteps are so talkative, scolding us for our aimlessness, but I get so lost when I peer into the depth of your eyes.
 
We used to have hopes, right? About what lies ahead?
 
The reason we joke and laugh is that the road we travel is so dark, and I guess it's our job to turn on the lights.
 
I'm all too familiar with pretending to say goodbye, but I still broke into tears as I waved farewell.
 
Amidst this deep red sadness of ours, I get lost, it gets darker, and then it becomes night.
 
Even if it's inevitable that tomorrow will come around, I didn't ever say that I wanted to live for it.
 
Even though I'm better off quitting, I still keep on having dreams of the future. Of the future. And it's all your fault.
 

amazarashi - Majority Rule 多数決

Versions: #2
If we say that hurting others is a sign of cowardice, then maybe the world is the biggest coward of all.
 
Kind people walk along with their backs hunched over, their only consolation is to trample the city streets as they walk.
 
The times aren't gradually changing, they're storming right past us, and those who don't embrace it have to go against the headwimp.
 
Those suffering the pitiful sorrow of isolation have held their breath, and they echo fake cheerfulness through busy streets in vain.
 
If our value systems and right and wrong are determined by majority rule, then it just might be that we chose the wrong place to be born.
 
It's fine, though. It's fine. This little room in the corner of the world might just be the perfect place to wait for our opportunity.
 
All in favor? All opposed? Let's weigh the pros and cons, and let's get a show of hands.
 
All in favor? All opposed? Let's weigh the pros and cons, and let's get a show of hands.
 
The majority always passes the blame onto the minority, and the Haves make the Have-Nots their victims.
 
The strong put down the weak to make themselves feel better, and the city thinks of the countryside as nothing more than a garbage heap.
 
If humanity's only last resort for solving conflict is war, then it seems like evolution didn't make it to it's end.
 
In fact, since we're all just beasts feigning to have wisdom, is possible our motivations were nothing more than hunger.
 
If the uncanny and the ordinary are determined by majority rule, then maybe we should start doubting even the most obvious things.
 
It's fine, though. It's fine. This town was left behind and forgotten, but that might just be perfect for plotting our evil deeds.
 
All in favor? All opposed? Let's weigh the pros and cons, and let's get a show of hands.
 
All in favor? All opposed? Let's weigh the pros and cons, and let's get a show of hands.
 
How much cash you have, how many honors you have, how many friends you have, how many medals you have, how many times you took the lead, how many awards you have, how many times you tried your best, how many times you were praised - Our value is not a number!
 
Theres's no way you can let other people decide your worth.
 
The world's always changing, and yesterday's treasure becomes today's trash.
 
If lawlessness and justice are decided by majority rule, then maybe a hundred years from now, we'll all be criminals.
 
It's fine, though. It's fine. This world is beyond broken, but that might just be perfect for starting over from scratch.
 
All in favor? All opposed? Let's weigh the pros and cons, and let's get a show of hands.
 
All in favor? All opposed? Let's weigh the pros and cons, and let's get a show of hands.
 
All in favor? All opposed? Let's weigh the pros and cons, and let's get a show of hands.
 
All in favor? All opposed?
 

amazarashi - The Rain Bringer 雨男

Versions: #3
Countless worn-out faces adorn the train windows on the Toyoko Line overpass.
 
When it comes to me, am I lucky or cursed? Your everyday aimless dropout.
 
Out-of-contact friends keep piling up, and I daydream about my dad when he was young.
 
Have the black clouds over the riverside really been darkening my destiny?
 
I walk aimlessly through the mud with loneliness by my side for days, composing ''the meaningless hymn of a coward'' - like it's the wailing of a lost child.
 
Don't call it shameful to get worked up over people talking behind my back that way.
 
I've learnt too much now to waste away my life in the darkness.
 
Like how it echoed in my chest when I was shown kindness. I would die just to feel it again.
 
And I really do think that. So laugh! Go ahead and laugh!
 
I peer into a puddle, head hung low, and I trample the tear-stained face that gazes back.
 
Things really aren't going great. It's really coming down hard again today.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
It's rained like this before.
 
I hated talking about the future, so I never wanted to make promises either.
 
But a call came for the first time in a while: it was Satoshi, shi-faced drunk.
 
Same old accent from back home. At times in our conversation he seemed close to tears.
 
After some idle chatter, I promised him, ''Let's go out for drinks soon''.
 
Don't turn the impulsive days we sped through into ornaments to look back fondly on.
 
Don't write off our shameful past and the today that adjoins it as pointless.
 
On days of heartrending downpour, there aren't that many things left to hang onto.
 
So let me go as far to say that the future is in our hands.
 
I have to keep my promises to my friends. That alone is the reason I can't die now.
 
And I really do feel that way. So laugh! Go ahead and laugh!
 
I peer into a puddle, head hung low, and at the same old ''me'' that gazes back, I cast a bitter smile. It's really coming down hard again today.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
It's rained like this before.
 
Pessimism and optimism fold in like a house of cards. A wound that aches whenever I look back.
 
Funny stories which I should have forgotten a long time ago.
 
Will I sink or swim?
 
Should I go or turn back?
 
Will it rain or shine?
 
Should I try it or quit?
 
Will I win or lose?
 
Can I stand back up again?
 
Can I start over again?
 
Should I stay alive or give in?
 
''No rain lasts forever.'' ''Every night comes to an end.''
 
I've given up on entrusting my hopes to tomorrow with sayings like that.
 
In the middle of this pouring rain, can I still run when I'm this drenched?
 
It's really coming down hard again today.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
Now that you mention it, it's rained like this before.
 
It's rained like this before.
 

amazarashi - Cryogenic Sleep 冷凍睡眠

Versions: #2
amazarashi - Cryogenic Sleep
 
I press my cheek against the frigid concrete that I lean against.
 
In front of me, I see dust floating in the sunset.
 
Saying nothing, unable even to move, all I ever do is make up some poorly-conceived fantasy.
 
I remember your father saying, ''It seems like we won't be able to save you'' and the very moment he said that, you squinted your eyes and smiled.
 
''If you make a wish, it will come true'' - the inality of those words is the only that continues to loom over my life since then.
 
My heart still pounds as I sleep. Only if you should ever die, would I be able to die too, I suppose.
 
It's been a few mounths since then, living paycheck-to-paycheck.
 
I'm the perfect embodiment of ''being dead while still alive''.
 
Around the time I made a habit of always plotting an escape from this world, an insurance company introduced a new product.
 
On TV, the radio, the internet - lately I've been seeing these blurbs everywhere: ''Your assets will grow while you sleep!'' - Cryogenic Sleep
 
''May the vivid color of these beautiful days never fade away'' - no matter how hard I pray, that just won't come true.
 
I understand that, an it's too late to do anything about time already past.
 
So hurry up, let me forget everything, and put me to sleep!
 
Through life preservation measures, my breath continues normally as I sleep, and my hair is tied back by inseverable threads.
 
It's unbearable. Like a nightmare. I just want to forget it all.
 
No, I won't forget. I don't know. Good night.
 
Since then, I've contined to sleep for sixty years, and time has passed by as a literal nightmare.
 
All of creation, as it changes, is unsympathetic and cold, but that's still a benefit from my perspective.
 
The entire landscape has changed. Even your hospital is here no more.
 
At first it was a painful life, but now I feel like I can get by somehow.
 
With a cheerful attitude, I'll start over with a new life.
 
''I've already forgotten about you'' - as if that could ever happen.
 
A single spirit dwells in every beautiful thing, and through that fundamental connection, ''the beautiful'' is all linked.
 
For example, the same way homesickness comes back to life at twilight, every beautiful thing conjures up your silhouette.
 
And after days of constant torment at the hands of that ephemerality, this dead end certainly blurs the distinction between life and death.
 
Humans are creatures that can endure loss, but that doens't apply to me, since I tried to run away from it.
 
''May the vivid color of these beautiful days never fade away'' - no matter how hard I pray, that just won't come true.
 
I understand that, and it's too late to do anything about time already past.
 
So hurry up, let me forget everything, and put me to sleep!
 
Through life preservation measures, my breath continues normally as I sleep, and my hair is tied back by inseverable threads.
 
It's unbearable. Like a nightmare. I just want to forget it all.
 
No, I won't forget. I don't know. Good night.
 
Nothing but an empty husk, I walk down the boulevard - and I hallucinating? I see a woman tho looks exactly like you.
 
In that voice, laughing vivaciously in the weekend sunlight, I see a silhouette that looks so assuredly like yours.
 
Suddenly that woman ran up and hugged me.
 
I accepted her embrace, and part of me bloomed in those wrinkled hands.
 
Her smile was just like a breath-taking painting.
 
Our faces smilling with squinted eyes was exactly what I had longed for.
 
That alone was my desire, the desire that I would even see in my dreams.
 
This alone was my desire, the desire that I lost.
 
''May the vivid color of these beautiful days never fade away'' - no matter how hard I pray, that just won't come true.
 
I understand that, and it's too late to do anything about time already past.
 
So hurry up, let me forget everything, and put me to sleep!
 
Through life preservation measures, my breath continues normally as I sleep, and my hair is tied back by inseverable threads.
 
It's unbearable. Like a nightmare. I just want to forget it all.
 
No, I won't forget. I don't know. What should I do?
 
I press my cheek against the frigid concrete that I lean against.
 
In front of me, I see dust floating in the sunset.
 
Saying nothing, unable even to move, all I ever do is make up these poorly-conceived fantasies.
 
I press my cheek against the frigid concrete that I lean against.
 
In front of me, I see dust floating in the sunset.
 
Saying nothing, unable even to move, all I ever do is make up these poorly-conceived fantasies.
 
All I ever do is make up these poorly-conceived fantasies.
 
All I ever do is make up these poorly-conceived fantasies.
 

amazarashi - Miracles 奇跡

Versions: #2
amazarashi - Miracles
 
The life that comes into this world tonight, and the life that dies away, and the life that's fervently shining, I've been living it so long in vain.
 
I often think ''On nights like these, I'd like to disapperar'', but then ''Well then disappear! Why have you been living until today?''
 
I'd like to think it isn't vain, so I've forced myself to run up until here.
 
And from here I plan to do the same. But what do I do if that's all in vain?
 
I often think ''On nights like these, I'd like to disappear'', but if it ended now it'd all be in vain, and since I want to leave something behind, I'll live.
 
At any rate, whether that's right or a mistake, only the future knows, so for now all I'll do is run.
 
If having been born in a miracle, then breathing is a miracle too.
 
Should I laugh here, should I cry here? Either way, it's still a miracle.
 
Lots of things happen in life. If you live long, that involves many pleasant and enjoyable things. But of course the same number of the opposite.
 
Thinking ''It's not supposed to be that way'' is just our hubris, and the events that triggered the thought exist countlessly in our past.
 
But even if we regret them one by one, at this point there's nothing we can do.
 
What matters most is in a deeper place, it gets close to the reason I was born.
 
From when my mom and dad met - even further, from my whole lineage, the place where I'll end up is the beginning of the cosmos. What are the odds?
 
Where did these feelings of ''I love you'' come from?
 
Where are they vanishing off to? Why are they vanishing?
 
If being loved is a miracle, then loved is a miracle too.
 
I was happy back then, so I'm glad it happened. I won't regret those miracles.
 
The frustration of biting my lip and crying, without any way to fix my helplessness, the pain and sadness of separation, almost like half my body being pulled away: If I can say those are miracles too, and if I can believe that, then even worthless things can become special, since they're miracles as they are.
 
If living on is a miracle, then having stumbled is a miracle too.
 
Walk it off or give up. Do as you'd like. That in and of itself is a miracle.
 
If having stumbled is a miracle, then this gloomy haze is a miracle too.
 
Stand against it or pull back. Those are our answers, and that's a miracle.
 

amazarashi - Anomie

Versions: #2
amazarashi - Anomie アノミー
 
I don't know if things like love even exist. It's a riddle that can't be solved - I want to vomit.
 
The snow won't melt - I can't throw up.
 
In the plastic Milky Way, swimming is off limits because of all pollution.
 
Adam and Eve sleeping in a vacant brothel - that's the meaninglessness of the modern era.
 
On the outbound platform after the last train, Huck Finn sleeps next to a pile of vomit.
 
From Adam's perspective, is the fruit from the tree of knowledge more like a child from Eve's former marriage or more like a pachinko ball?
 
And in the red-light district of some city, where is Eden? It's everywhere.
 
Photos of a family that smiled in the morning made the headlines in the evening news.
 
I turned off the TV and returned to reality. And I looked down at the corpses that lay before me.
 
Even though I took a bite from the forbidden fruit, I didn't grow a sense of shame.
 
I'm the one who slayed God. But I'm also the one who will be slain by God.
 
Who's the idiot that ever sang, ''Love is such a simple thing''?
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
If that's the case, then embrace these 6.8 billion sins with your shameless love!
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
Life carries with it, like a sabre hanging from its belt, a body that rots from inaction.
 
From one side, it looks like a monster. From the other side, it looks like a saint.
 
We're forbidden from stealing things. That's so we don't have our own things stolen.
 
We're forbidden from killing people. That's so we ourselves don't get killed.
 
Even though I took a bite from the forbidden fruit, I didn't get banished.
 
I'm the one who forgave God. And I'm also the one who God forgave.
 
Who's the idiot that ever sang, ''Love is such a special thing''?
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
If that's the case, the forgive these 6.8 billion sins with your wanton love!
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
I don't place trust in God. I don't place trust in textbooks.
 
''History'' is no more than trash that won't burn. ''Morality'' is no more than toilet paper.
 
Everything's a lie. Everything's a lie. But once I said that, I had nothing left.
 
I lost my reason to love.
 
I lost my reason not to kill.
 
I'm the idiot that's been singing, ''Love is such a complicated thing''!
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
And if that's the case, was there ever a life I could have saved with this temperamental love?
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
Save me!
 
Save me!
 

amazarashi - Us Against the World ぼくら対せかい

Versions: #3
amazarashi - Us Against the World
 
A young couple and their kids, playing with fireworks in a mall parking lot.
 
The dazzling lights of a baseball atadium and a Don Quixote, like meteorites from another solar system.
 
Wages shit, pissed, and drunken way - a suburban town obsessed with anything that glitters.
 
My colleagues died out on the highway. That's one every year these last ten years.
 
We squished bugs with a value system of ''It's all over once you look for a meaning in life''.
 
As far as we're concerned, ''philosophy'' is the poetry scrawled on pub bathroom stalls.
 
Only when we've drunk too much does ''I can put up with this'' cross our minds, but the next day, drowned in sweat and invoices, the thought vanishes in the blink of an eye.
 
Sunlight shines on you through the trees, as you work at the railway switchyard, shining on the ''you'' that once changed the world.
 
At point, it was just me and you, in a tranquil place we called our world.
 
With our bodies intertwined, we nursed our youth until the bitter end.
 
Outside the school building, a sunset and mushroom clouds.
 
Blazer ribbons and the furthest ends of isolation.
 
In shirts stained with oil, we loaded up our fantasies in the back of a truck.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
You know, I get the feeling that we've left something behind, but I've already forgotten what it was.
 
Maybe we're actually the ones who have been left behind.
 
Always impatient, as though she were on some kind of errand, the name of the girl who hurried past us was surely ''time''.
 
I can't even see her back in the horizon anymore. I can't even remember her smile.
 
Our wounds have left us. The sun has set on our scars.
 
Though our old wounds ache, they've been drowned out by the sounds of alarm clocks.
 
At one point, there was an endless wilderness before us.
 
It took courage whether we kept going or not.
 
To all my fallen friends: I will never leave you behind.
 
Our sensitivity drove us to stage an armed uprising.
 
From our disadvantageous position, we seized victory.
 
That former glory is all wrapped up, but it's missing an address.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
We believed that the world would change. We believed we'd be the ones to change it.
 
Even though we've gone our separate ways, I've got no doubt that those feelings haven't changed.
 
Treachery, deceit, baseless accusations, brown-nosing, excuses, verbal promises, manga cafes, crowded trains, transparent flattery, apologies, embarassment and disparagement, friends in whom we can confide our true feelings, former brothers-in-arms, funny stories that never once made us smile, music, sons and daughters, political power, right and left, our past, present, and stories of our future - a moment of relief on the weekend, caressed by a mild breeze in the park.
 
In our joined hands, there is enough warmth to make up for time gone by.
 
The sequel of the world we saved that day, the after of the world we knocked down that day, even though we suffer, we've lived through it so earnestly.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 

amazarashi - Digging Holes 穴を掘っている

Versions: #3
amazarashi - Digging Holes 穴を掘っている
 
I'm digging holes - where did my life go wrong?
 
I'm digging holes - jamming my spade into self-abandonment.
 
Deep in the woods, the wind is howling, the night-hawks are cawing, watched from above by the eye of the full moon at ane o'clock at night.
 
I'm digging holes - that bastard finally dropped the ball.
 
I'm digging holes - this one's a pitfall for all the rejects.
 
Even if I wipe away my sweat, I can't go as far as to wipe away my regrets.
 
My bad luck alone clings to my chest like a medal.
 
In the open maw of the darkness, illusions from my youth dimly flicker, of hoe my old man would always tell me, ''Even bad guys get to go to heaven''.
 
Then I guess that makes God a bad guy too. Even as a kid I could figure that out.
 
Even if I cried, and pleaded, and prayed, being born in a world like this is proof enough.
 
But maybe that's just the way life is: If you're going to give up, the earlier the better.
 
And I gave up on myself. The moment I was born, I just gave up.
 
I'm digging holes - for the guys I used to call friends.
 
I'm digging holes - for the friends that no longer walk among us.
 
In the light of my lantern, my shadow almost looks like a demon.
 
These sorts of last moments are nothing special in this city's streets.
 
If I could have just somehow gotten over this hump, I should have been able to get through the rest of life pretty smoothly.
 
It's like my old man used to say: ''Hope always brings despair along for the ride''
 
Then I guess God's a bad guy too. Just let us have our hope and nothing else!
 
Even if we cry, and plead, and pray, he always lets us fall in the end.
 
But maybe that's just the way life is: If you're going to give up, the earlier the better.
 
And I gave up on myself. The moment I was born, I just gave up.
 
I'm digging holes - with a gun pointed at my back.
 
I'm digging holes - I'm digging the hole that I myself will lay in.
 
I can only laugh at how worthless my whole life ended up being.
 
But it pisses me off. Why does it always have to be me?
 
With enough momentum to tear this life to shreds, I'm digging holes. I'm digging holes.
 
I'm digging holes. I'm digging holes.
 
In the end, I'll be a bad guy too. I decided that way back when I was a kid.
 
Even if we cried, and pleaded, and prayed, we can't choose the place we were born.
 
But maybe that's just the way life is: If you're going to give up, the earlier the better.
 
'Cause if you don't do that, you'll end up looking like a fool.
 
And at that point, you'll become a person who doens't know when to quit.
 
You'll end up a person who doesn't know when to quit.
 

amazarashi - Rita リタ

Versions: #3
amazarashi - Rita リタ
 
If you're gonna leave, that's fine, 'cause I'll just return all the things you gave me.
 
The wristwatch, the CDs, the train fare: everything. Except for you kindness, that is.
 
Walking alone at night along the train tracks, but there are two shadowns in the lamplight.
 
It's your ghost. And I'm glad that you're really here with me.
 
But the lamps cut out, and I'm left alone.
 
I thought things wouldn't change, but there was no way that could be true.
 
But you made me believe that.
 
You're just like a con-artist or a magician, aren't you, Rita?
 
I don't cry over people who haven't left. I don't cry over things that aren't broken.
 
''I'm fine on my own.'' I can say that, if I lie. Since it's just words, I can say it.
 
In my apartment, there's nothing but a silent refrigerator and laughter from the TV.
 
It'd be nice if I could see feelings with my own eyes.
 
Actually no, I don't want that. They're too harsh.
 
You want to live for other people, and I want to live for myself.
 
And when two gears don't line up, they turn with a grating noise.
 
It was like that - our laughter.
 
Choosing one thing means getting rid of something else.
 
That's fine.
 
I'll just go quietly into the trash bin and see you off, right Rita?
 
You don't cry for yourself. Even when it hurts, you don't cry.
 
But then why you cry? Why did you cry before I did?
 
Only paying attention to myself, absolutely never paying attention to others - when I don't choose my words carefully, it's inevitable that I'll hurt someone.
 
Only paying attention to the past, absolutely never paying attention to the present - when I look backwards as I walk, it's inevitable that I'll trip over.
 
I don't cry over people who are atill here. And since I plan on understanding that, I'm not going to live for myself anymore. I want to try to smile for someone else.
 
The same way you do.
 
I don't cry over the past I've forgotten.
 
I don't cry over time that hasn't passed.
 
I laughed with you. The seasons ended. And time went on. That's all.
 

amazarashi - Haruki on the Road ハルキオンザロード

Versions: #2
Our parting was decided from the start.
 
I almost want to carve those few years we spent onto a tombstone.
 
The both of us, huddled together in a pick-up trailer, the sounds of insects seeping into our nights sweats, like a vacuum-sealed freeze-frame of summer.
 
But since Haruki was really bad at living life, just like a children's game of catch, it all went in an absolutely clumsy trajectory.
 
Yeah, yeah. And her body whice shen tossed aside came crashing down on a certain summer's night.
 
She lived life with a face that always said, ''This is home''.
 
A trackless path. An unworn path.
 
She didn't pursue any course, but she sketched one out instead.
 
But the world is still too big to confirmed to an empty notebook.
 
She got on board the train called ''living'', she drove right by the passing silhouette of time.
 
And the one she was sharing a seat with was sadness.
 
But she only realized that after the fact.
 
We scattered the nights away, we scattered the summer away, and a new dawn shines so unapologetically upon them.
 
At the afterparty of a live show, caught in a fight with angry drunks, we ran away as fast as we could, and we took a piss on their van.
 
Beautiful memories are always at night: the glowing billboards an the moonlight, and just the two of us, like etchings carved in stone.
 
If we could fly just by imagining, it wouldn't be the ends of space, but inside of me, where we would dig up the sceneries we want to see again.
 
We'd be digging them up like we were grave robbers.
 
And it would get us dirtier than you could dream of, like splattears of paint on work clothes.
 
But I guess romaticists are always caked in mud.
 
If we piled those vistas up, then the amount we'd pile up would be so heavy that we probably couldn't even move them.
 
Everything in the world is junk.
 
It's flashy junk, and nothing else.
 
Stupidly loud music, careless intoxication - the real truth in the world is those moments where the music pauses.
 
The girl I loved was like a drop of water in a desert, but in time she too sizzled and dried up.
 
We scattered the nights away, we scattered the summer away, and a new dawn shines so unapologetically upon them.
 
Those nights when we laughed wildly are still ringing in my ears, and now, on sleepless nights, they cut into me like a knife.
 
A river stretches out between us: a river by the name of ''time''.
 
What we called ''youth'' is just a dried-out husk: I changed the same way you did.
 
Our parting was decided from the start.
 
And just like the brightest star in the sky, we burnt out just as fast.
 
Haruki, from my point of view, you're tumor: an incurable impetus to venture into the unknown.
 
Like insects, drawn toward the brightest light they see, where are we supposed to go when we're in broad daylight?
 
The times change, other people change, and even now, then dawn shines so unapologetically.
 

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The moon is beautiful

I talk some words to you, and you answer me with some words
It is suery words that has shortened the distance between you and me
Just what I thought while I lay on the ground and look up to the stary sky
is the words I'm going to talk
 
We are always straying as dust in the universe
Since we all are tied to the ground,
it's our instinct that we try to protest the gravity
 
Why do tears drops to the ground? It's because they have certain weight
The joy and agony for our lives are like satelites for planets
I wanted to grasp only joy. But since I got too close, I crashed to the ground
I felt it was messed, and cried. By the way, the moon is beautiful today
 
I measure time with words. I throw away the past which is 1000 words away
He is 10000 words far from me, so I went for a drink with him to get closer
As a result, I walked with an unsteady gait heading for my home. I had no idea whether I was going north or south
I surrendered and laid on the road. If I was supposed to go to the sky, I could go without losing myseld
 
Do not criticize others in order to save your pride
Sew up as soon as it gets some rents in it
It looks ragged, with many patching. But it's what beliefs are usually like
 
Since we can't fly, I could see the scenary. Trivial beauties are suitable for us
The joy and agony for our lives are like satelites for planets
I wanted to keep away from onry sorrow. But since I got too far, I was released
It was so dark that I couldn't help crying. By the way, the moon is beautiful today
 
How many words do I have to spend to reach that planet?
It's natural that I get stubborn, because it's my life
I pile up so many, and they collapse. The higher it gets, the less stable yourmy foothold gets
Resist. Resist. Resist the gravity.
I'm not interested in suceeding anything with that
I'm just going against. I'm just going against.
 
The blank of losing and lacking. I chose something to fill it.
The joy and agony for our lives are like satelites for planets
The words for us, tied by the gravity, to reach that star
We lie on the road. By the way, the moon is beautiful today
 

Cherry Blossoms

Versions: #2
At that time, we were always looking vacantly up the sky on the roof of an office building
We slipped out from the workplace together, covered with sweat and dust, and taiked about fantasy stories.
We heardthe rattle of Chuo-line train over an elevated bridge, like a toy
 
Hey, We were so subborn, but after all, did we really make right choices?
We believed we weren't weong at all, and we would make it someday
We often bite our lips hard, and suffer at night
However, our wordless scream in that darkness, like a wailing, was
stamped on Senkawa street, like the corpse of a crow. the pain, the pain
 
Are you kidding? Never make it end here. Don't call our jouney such an ordinary word, like 'youth', and see it past!
I'll never forget the tears of vexitation gushed from our eyes, when we heard the sound of footsteps leaving us
While we pick up abandoned fliers, we realized spring had come
We smiled grimly, watchng the falling
 
cherry blossoms
 
I used to hate the big tree in front of the windows, since it blocks the sunlight from my loom
Untill the spring came and the tree's flowers bloomed, I hated the tree
This episode now seems like a trivial thing, but I still regret a little
Maybe it was relly meaningless story. Sorry.
 
I've been thinking why I feel so sad whenever I see the sunset around the rotary in front of the station
It's sad because it's an end? or becauseit's a beginning? The street rights start to go on gradually
That is to say, an end is equal to a beggining. If that's the case, these tears are unneccesary. so get lost at once!
My chest hurt, hurt
 
The spring wind strayed into the room where I'm living alone. The curtain we chose together is swinging.
Why didn't you carry out this void feeling from me when you carried out your baggage from this room?
I tried to behave as if nothing had happened. On the washed clothes you dried in the sun at the last day,
I found sticked
 
Cherry blossoms
 
The persons we part with and the persons we met anew. Basically, a story have a begging and an end.
If that's the case, The sorrows I experienced in my story are the rules I have to obey when I live my life
While I pick up the tears I had abandoned, I realized the spring had come
I keep on singing, singing, singing,
 
Oh cherry blossoms, cherry brossoms, It has not
Cherry brossoms bloom, faded yet
Oh cherry blossoms, cherry brossoms, our stories
where cherry brossoms bloom someday
 

amazarashi - Flowers Will Bloom Atop Someone's Corpse 花は誰かの死体に咲く

Versions: #2
The roadside trees are seeped in scarlet and feigned ignorance, while I stand beneath a frigid sky with a feeling of betrayal.
 
The world is full of awful news, but if I plug my ears, I won't be able to hear the departure bell. Lord mercy on me.
 
A mother stands stupefied on the desolate Asahi street, as bomber planes fly over the peaceful coastal waters.
 
Life and fantasy are but a mere shadow of popular culture and escapism.
 
It's been about seven million years since the dawn of humanity. And if the corpses of all those who have died to this ay are buried in the ground, then the whole world, even the town where you live, is all somebody's grave.
 
And though that might sound pretty morbid, I take solace in that fact.
 
Even these high-rise buildings and apartments are like tombstones.
 
Can you take apart my melancholy, misery, and memories?
 
Though they might not be beautiful, tiny flowers have bloomed.
 
They legitimize your pathetic existence: living without a choice, not even given a name.
 
Discarded, rotten garbage. Those who died with their regrets unresolved.
 
Even dreams of strangers which could never come true.
 
They'll all return to the earth, leaving nothing behind, and flowers will bloom atop someone's corpse.
 
The city tries to keep the night away, so beneath the starry sky, we've made so much commotion that it's sparked a wildfire: Glittering skylines. Illuminated billboards.
 
At long last, the city has triumphed over lonesomeness.
 
And yet, compared to wandering alone through the countryside at night, why the hell does this thriving city feel so lonely?
 
It must be the way I compare myself to others. All my happiness has been relative.
 
Though they might not be beautifu, when my worn-down friends smile, it legitimizes all my failures: there's neither shame nor honor on a path I didn't choose.
 
The person you once held so tight. The scorn in the headwinds.
 
Even your victories, which were never once appreciated.
 
They'll all return to the earth, leaving nothing behind, and flowers will bloom atop someone's corpse.
 
Even if makind started anew on our former battlefields, even if we brought flowers to the sites of disastrous tragedies, even if trees continue to take root in the tows we've abandoned, even if insects should swarm on the offrings to our forefathers, we're living in vain. Just go ahead and laugh!
 
Farewells are over in an instant. Just go ahead and sing!
 
At dusk, when we hold onto our withering lives and weep, offer a eulogy to life upon this trodden earth.
 
Though it might not be beautiful, if life still smiles upon us today, it will legitimize the hubris of mankind: Live as though we could escape this fate!
 
The days when were able to smile together.
 
The suffering on days when we faced loss.
 
Even our lives, which seem like they could be snuffed out without warning.
 
They'll all return to the earth, leaving nothing behind, and flowers will bloom atop someone's corpse.
 

amazarashi - Beginning at the End 終わりで始まり

Versions: #2
The night sky that I always looked up at on my way back home, somehow it seems different from back then.
 
Ah, that's right. I got a little too accustomed to normality.
 
No, that's not it either.
 
It's that, even now, every day doens't make me smile that much.
 
Even my friends from back in the day stopped goofing around.
 
Yep, that's right. They oughta be respectable fathers by now.
 
And in my room, making a face as if I were dying, I'm finally able to sing a song like this.
 
Thanks to my friends, I'm still standing.
 
Thanks to my family, I can walk.
 
And thanks to you, I'm still living.
 
I don't really want to say thanks, but hey, one day, when we all go our separety ways, even at that time, I want to be smilling.
 
''Even the bluest days of our past turned out right in the end'' - I want to be smilling, so that I can say that proudly.
 
And just like that, even our dreams that didn't come true at some point become no more than scenery that passes us by.
 
In the end, with these hands still empty, we're waving a big good-bye to each other.
 
And in these eyes, which could't even come up eith something to say, I'm holding back the tears as we give our goodbyes.
 
Don't get so down! This is just the starting line!
 
Our new beginning at the end.
 
This world isn't really that beautiful, but hey, there's no need for us to hurry through it so fast, is there?
 
The world often betrays our expectations, but sometimes we can find happiness that we weren't even expecting.
 
So I'm going to muscle through all the times I've been betrayed, since those betrayals are proof that I tried to believe i something.
 
And I've lost every ounce of what I didn't trust.
 
I don't really want to say that I've been hurt, so, from now on, no matter what happens, I want us to live rushing forward, without ever looking back.
 
''The yesterday we stumbled over were just the lead-up'' - I want to live rushing forward, so that I can say that proudly.
 
And by doing just that, even our now-tragic memories will become the funny stories we recount to others.
 
And at that time, with my knees finally giving out, I'll rush right out of this darkness.
 
And at that time, I'll be clenching sand in my palms, because I wanted to hold on to something real.
 
You get it, don't you? This is just the starting line!
 
Our new beginning at the end.
 
The days pass us by, the years pass us by, the people who matter most pass us by.
 
''I have to hurry! I have to hurry!''
 
But I got a little flustered, and I stumbied over, ''I can't move at all!'' - even as I was sprawled out on the ground, time passed by.
 
So I thought, and thought, and finally reassured myself.
 
I stood back up, and I broke out running, and right then, the sky that I always looked up at seemed different from back then.
 
And that's because I'm living in the future of those days.
 
I don't want to have everything be for nothing!
 
None of it was a mistake!
 
And the person supporting me right now, is the ''me'' that was so disheartened those days.
 
''Thank you'' and ''I love you'' - I don't really get what they mean, but I wanted to be singing them.
 
''You were right for having believed in me back then'' - I want to be singing so that I can say that proudly.
 
So this is all I want to say: what keeps pushing me forward is that face of yours, smilling for me.
 
With this arm that I kept reaching out back then, I'm strumming hard on this guitar.
 
And with the mouth that could't say anything back then, I'm screaming out this shitty song.
 
Every time, this is just the starting line!
 
Our new beginning at the end.
 
A beginning at the end.