ある夜の事 思春期の音の子は
あの子を眺めて自分を慰めました
自己嫌悪と罪悪感の夜
億数の子供達は酸素に殺された

薄っぺらい紙に納められ
ゴミ箱に届くまでの時間が
誰よりも僕を傷めました
これは誰の為に?何の為に?

そう ボクは君に叫びたい

I’ll hate you!
It knows only contempt
Do you know what poetry this is?
It will be seen only thin poetry
The truth is cruel
Let’s put the meaning of contempt and present this poetry

「情けないな、お前。」
It is not a dialog that can be said to you

ある日の事 思春期の音の子は
あの子を眺めて自分を慰めました
自己嫌悪も罪悪感も
何よりも自分の為に棄てました

I was born here in 1992
The reason of living was not necessary

でも今 ボクは君に叫びたい

I’ll hate you!
It knows only contempt
Do you know what poetry this is?
It will be seen only thin poetry
The truth is cruel
Let’s put the meaning of contempt and present this poetry

「カッコ悪いな、お前。」
It is not a dialog that can be said to you

Even if I am a gay, it is not possible to do to you
なんでかって? I hate you!

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