Boku No Kirai Na Kimi Ga Shindara, Boku Wa Warau No Darou Ka?
むかしむかしのおはなしで
mukashimukashi no ohanashi de
ものがたりかたるものもない
monogatari kataru mono mo nai
しゅのきげんのよそうとどうとう
shu no kigen no yosou to doutou
それはくうそうのさんぶつではない
sore wa kuusou no sanbutsu dewa nai
ゆびでふれられるほどにげんじつ
yubi de furerareru hodo ni genjitsu
おとずれをせつにねがった
otozure wo setsu ni negatta
おわらないおわりを
owaranai owari wo
みみをふさいだりょうてすきまにしんしょく
mimi wo fusaida ryoute sukima ni shinshoku
きみのわらいごえ
kimi no waraigoe
ききたくないそのねむねがひろうしんり
kikitakunai sono ne mune ga hirou shinri
なぞのパラドックス
nazo no paradokkusu
きみはなんだ
kimi wa nan da?
きみがわるいわけではない
kimi ga warui wake dewa nai
きみがわるいこのかんかく
kimi ga warui kono kankaku
このたましいがいれかわるんだ
kono tamashii ga irekawaru n da
きのうときょうのぼくはべつじんで
kinou to kyou no boku wa betsujin de
とまどいながらいまをいきてゆく
tomadoi nagara ima wo ikite yuku
きみをきらいなことだって
kimi wo kirai na koto datte
そうしごとのいっかん
sou shigoto no ikkan
みみをふさいだりょうてすきまにしんしょく
mimi wo fusaida ryoute sukima ni shinshoku
きみのわらいごえ
kimi no waraigoe
ききたくないそのねむねがひろうしんり
kikitakunai sono ne mune ga hirou shinri
なぞのパラドックス
nazo no paradokkusu
きみはなんだ
kimi wa nan da?
あしもとにさいたむすうのかいとうのはな
ashimoto ni saita musuu no kaitou no hana
どのはなをつんでこのむねにうえよう
dono hana wo tsunde kono mune ni ueyou?
そしてまたくりかえすおわりなきもんどう
soshite mata kurikaesu owari naki mondou
たのしむみたいに
tanoshimu mitai ni
ぼくのきらいなきみがしんだときぼくは
boku no kirai na kimi ga shinda toki boku wa
わらえるだろうか
waraeru darou ka?
ぼくにそのじしんは
boku ni sono jishin wa?
If You, Who I Hate, Were to Die, Would I Laugh?
Once upon a time, in a tale long gone
There’s no one left to tell the story
Predicting the mood of the season, it’s clear
It’s not some imaginary thing
It’s real enough to touch with my fingers
I desperately wished for a visit
An endless end
With my ears shut tight, I’m consumed by your laughter
I don’t want to hear that sound, it tears at my heart
The truth is a twisted riddle
What are you?
It’s not that you’re bad
It’s this feeling that’s wrong
This soul is changing
Yesterday and today, I’m a different person
While I’m lost, I keep living in the now
Even hating you
That’s just part of the job
With my ears shut tight, I’m consumed by your laughter
I don’t want to hear that sound, it tears at my heart
The truth is a twisted riddle
What are you?
Countless flowers of the phantom bloom at my feet
Which flower should I pick to plant in my heart?
And then, the endless cycle of questions repeats
Like I’m enjoying it
When you, who I hate, die
Would I laugh?
What about my confidence?