Umareta imi nado nakatta

No Meaning Was Born When I Was Born

Thrown into a box of hot air
If it's life, isn't it worthless?
Bus stops swirling around each other
A fake fight pretending not to watch

What should I do with this past?
Isn't there a way to surpass that?
No one knows where it leads

Dropped from mother's hands
This small life
Has no value even in a crowded seat

With a life that can become anything
There's not a single thing to save
With such precious hands
There's not a single thing to save
We

In this muddy world
Even if you take a brush to a painting
Isn't that ink smudged
Aren't we terribly lacking in hostility?

If you say you want to die, it's special
Even in the loneliness of wanting to live
If you say you want to live, you can't say anything

What expression suits this emptiness?
The first words I wrote were
'No meaning was born when I was born'

If you read a novel with an unseen ending
Is there a world that can't be turned back?
If you turn around, you'll stumble on broken steps
Where will we head from tomorrow?
We

Unknown Unknown
'Who am I' 'Who are you'
Unknown Unknown
Never write in circles, never throw away

Unknown Unknown
There's still one thing I haven't written
Is there no meaning to being born?

Is there no meaning to being born?
Is there no meaning to being born?
Even though there's nothing to cut off
Even though there's not a single thing to save
Even though there's no meaning in this life
Even though there's no gentle tomorrow
We have to go

Even if you walk towards death
You have to write
Of course, you can't leave any blank spaces
You have to know
You have to live, you have to live
You have to live, you can't live