"Under the Sign of a p*** Movie"
The shadow of the aging apartment extends
Swallowing the desolate flower bed
A child marks a gravestone with a pen
Windswept uncertainty makes the flowers bloom
A wandering crow splashes in the water
In a taxi company's parking lot
The rusty fence is rotting on the road
It's like this city's scar
It's like this city's scar.
Look at who's bitterly talking now
Dying without any suffering
Lonely feelings arrived at just the right time
For me they're always at just the right time
That is why I am wearing that
The night sky's stage jester
Is it raining stardust or raining trash?
In what direction would it change?
If living is too difficult
And dying is also too difficult
Making music is too difficult as well
Everything in the world is too difficult.
Under the sign of a p*** movie
There is always someone waiting for a girl
The usual fooling around, in exchange for a m***ler
This future is growing cold, uneventfully
Idols have only become a dream
This is what I respect, that corrupted someone
Let this wish come true, come true, come true
Shut up, invisible soul, you have no talent.
The cherry blossoms fall so beautifully
Like the ending of human life
If the romanticism of being ordinary is true
Then I also have it on hand
The blossoms fall and shed tears
The blossoms laugh and shed tears
In the end, they weep all day
This is depression and the awareness of help.
If there is trouble ahead of us
And also trouble behind us
Falling asleep would be too difficult
Anything and everything is too difficult.
Under the sign of a p*** movie
There is always someone waiting for a girl
The usual memories are decorated by piercings
Expressionless days are merely left behind
The last messiah is surely only a dream
That is the widely rumored megalomania
Let this wish come true, come true, come true
Shut up, invisible soul, you have no talent.
The street lights's scornful laughs are swarming
The one ray of hope disappears
Each and every floating face
Light constantly shines from the lamps
Our instincts should not be trusted
Closed acceptance.
The accepted ending
The red of spilled blood
The red of my hometown's sky
The red of a death by fire
Cold unbroken exile
Ordinary unbroken years
This emptiness is all there is
This origin is all that exists.
Under the sign of a p*** movie
There is always someone waiting for a girl
The usual hopes are decorated in a vase
The dreary days have become wearisome
Dreams are surely the strife of humankind
That is what puts us on display
Let this wish come true, come true, come true
Shut up, invisible soul, you have no talent.
The shadow of the aging apartment extends
Swallowing the desolate flower bed
A child marks a gravestone with a pen
Windswept uncertainty makes the flowers bloom
A wandering crow splashes in the water
In a taxi company's parking lot
The rusty fence is rotting on the road
It's like this city's scar
It's like this city's scar.
Look at who's bitterly talking now
Dying without any suffering
Lonely feelings arrived at just the right time
For me they're always at just the right time
That is why I am wearing that
The night sky's stage jester
Is it raining stardust or raining trash?
In what direction would it change?
If living is too difficult
And dying is also too difficult
Making music is too difficult as well
Everything in the world is too difficult.
Under the sign of a p*** movie
There is always someone waiting for a girl
The usual fooling around, in exchange for a m***ler
This future is growing cold, uneventfully
Idols have only become a dream
This is what I respect, that corrupted someone
Let this wish come true, come true, come true
Shut up, invisible soul, you have no talent.
The cherry blossoms fall so beautifully
Like the ending of human life
If the romanticism of being ordinary is true
Then I also have it on hand
The blossoms fall and shed tears
The blossoms laugh and shed tears
In the end, they weep all day
This is depression and the awareness of help.
If there is trouble ahead of us
And also trouble behind us
Falling asleep would be too difficult
Anything and everything is too difficult.
Under the sign of a p*** movie
There is always someone waiting for a girl
The usual memories are decorated by piercings
Expressionless days are merely left behind
The last messiah is surely only a dream
That is the widely rumored megalomania
Let this wish come true, come true, come true
Shut up, invisible soul, you have no talent.
The street lights's scornful laughs are swarming
The one ray of hope disappears
Each and every floating face
Light constantly shines from the lamps
Our instincts should not be trusted
Closed acceptance.
The accepted ending
The red of spilled blood
The red of my hometown's sky
The red of a death by fire
Cold unbroken exile
Ordinary unbroken years
This emptiness is all there is
This origin is all that exists.
Under the sign of a p*** movie
There is always someone waiting for a girl
The usual hopes are decorated in a vase
The dreary days have become wearisome
Dreams are surely the strife of humankind
That is what puts us on display
Let this wish come true, come true, come true
Shut up, invisible soul, you have no talent.