3-bun 29-byō

Begging or pleading won't change a thing anymore
Just a flower trampled and left behind

I won't forget the sound of your voice
Scattered by the wind

The future, the future, not reflected in that clinking crystal

Begging or pleading won't change a thing anymore
Just a flower trampled and left behind
Bundled up, pretending not to see
I see through that facade of yours

Don't worry, we're all the same, always

None of our emotions
Will ever be reflected in those eyes
I won't become like you
I don't want to, I don't even think about it

From this chaos to the depths
It's all just a pointless act
If you already know
Put an end to these days of just reminiscing while being blown by the wind of cowardice

Begging, pleading, it was all in vain, so how was it?
Just a collection of meaningless things
Bundled up, pretending not to see
I know you're like that

Love and hate, two days, three days, in the gray zone
Seems like it might go wrong
It's ugly, right? I won't deny it
The one pretending not to see, the accomplice to the cold-hearted
You're all the same

Don't worry
We'll all keep going until the end
We're all doing the same thing