Golden Tears
| marude hizume no oto no you ni semarikuru shoudou ima made watashi nemutteita you ne dare ga tomeyou to mo dare ga nakou to mo mezameta doubutsu wa emono o sagashi ni yuku no akaku kareta daichi no hate tada hitotsu aoku watashi no na o yobu mizuumi yo dare ga nakou to mo dare ga motomete mo kawaita kokoro ja yasashiku nante dekinai Wanting someone more than looking at yourself, It’s called addiction Wanting to be something that is never yourself, It’s called addiction Let me be the first to regret umarete nandoka no shitsubou norikoete te no todoku basho ni aru mono nomikonde dare ga semeyou to mo dare ga sagesunde mo watashi no koufuku wa kore da to oshierareta no oboe no nai tabako to hi mizu to Ashtray utte kessei Let’s say kikiwake no nai kodomo-tachi sore wa seinou otoru seijin mou kore ika wa nai to doumo anshin suru no yanda jibun o iyasu mono o motomete mo shikaranaide Wanting someone more than looking at yourself, It’s called addiction Wanting to be something that is never yourself, It’s called addiction Let me be the first to regret naite narasaretara hito wa warau mono yo daite damasarete mo mata shinjiru mono yo ashita ni nareba atatakai yuki ga tsumotte atarashii ashiato o tsukeru n da Wanting someone more than looking at yourself, It’s called addiction Wanting to be something that is never yourself, It’s called addiction Let me be the first to regret I know that you know Wanting someone more than looking at yourself, It’s called addiction Wanting to be something that is never yourself, It’s called addiction Let me be the first to regret |
An urge drawing near just like the sound of hoofs It was like I’d been asleep up until now, huh? No matter who’ll stop me, no matter who’ll cry An awakened animal will go in search of prey The ends of dead red earth – oh, just one lake calling out my name, with me so blue No matter who’ll cry, no matter who pursues me My thirsty heart can’t be nice Surmounting despair several times since being born, gulping down what’s there in the places my hands can reach No matter who’ll criticize me, no matter who scorns me I was told that this is my happiness The cigarettes and lighters I don’t remember, the water and ashtrays, injected with serum Let’s say kids who aren’t easily taught are adults whose abilities are inferior I’m quite relieved there is no less than this anymore Don’t scold me even if I pursue what will heal my ill self When they get used to crying, people are laughing beings Even if I was held and deceived, I’ll trust again Should it become tomorrow, with warm snow piled up, I’ll make new footprints |
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