19 | November | 2014 | Hi Wa Mata Noboru

The other side of hope is as expected, emptiness.
Far too strong for me, the work I accept eats up all my time.
My malfunctioned head aches severely as the emptiness passes by.
It must not leave even a speck of ash behind.
The vertigo is so extreme, that dazzling world
Sharply runs through my chest.
Scattering about distracted, I cannot sleep tonight;
My chest is creating a stir.
As for trying to swim half in doubt,
It is not so bad, deep in all these lies.
No matter the place, I myself still never change.
Ordinarily happy, ordinarily living, but actually what is ordinary?
The vertigo is so extreme, that gilded world
We deceive each other becoming enemies; is that okay?
Scattering about distracted, I slipped away tonight
Throwing up all those complaints.
Wanting to cry, however, there is a reason not to;
It is not yet over inside my dream.
The vertigo is so intense, that broadened world
To seize it by all means, I stand right here.
Scattering about distracted, I dashed forth tonight
Do not decorate honesty
And, appearing just as you are, please live on.
Finally demanding, what is within your arms is good enough.
Oh distorted voice, become ashes.

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