``My girlfriend dumped me,'' he told the psychosomatic doctor.
When I asked for advice, I was told that it was my own fault and sent home.
Will you ever come again? This scumbag doctor, we all know it's bad.
I'm not strong enough to open up again, just like a snowdrift of self-loathing

Dreams, hopes, and the future are a threat to me now.
Manga, novels, and music of that kind are recyclable waste.
There used to be dreams, but those dreams are whispering by my pillow.
"You're no good, you useless piece of trash. Don't think you're special."

I have no dreams, I have no expectations, I'm like a lifeless, living corpse.
But I can't let go of my slightly regretful pride in being alive.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly cry, a last-minute sign of coming and going.
The moon floats comfortably in the night sky, and I can only hope that morning will come soon.

Before I knew it, I was cornered to the point where I had no choice but to do something.
I can't choose the method or means, I'm a mediocre person with no talent.
I tried, failed, and worried, but before I knew it, I started enjoying it.
The number of times I've been laughed at is countless, and each time I get annoyed

I'm frustrated with the time I have left, how much is my hourly wage?
I've been betrayed at times, but if I can use that as sustenance, it's a profit.
There's nothing to lose, there's so much to gain
Dead fish-eyed boy, I'm grateful to you

I have no dreams, I have no expectations, I'm like a lifeless, living corpse.
I want to look back at the person who pointed at the desperate person and laughed at me.
I just want to be recognized, but I want to sing a song that has no purpose.
There's no winning, there's no losing, a miserable battle that continues until death

I'm really grateful to everyone who reached out to me.
I should probably keep some more. Thanks for the bagful.
What needs to be done, what needs to be communicated, if we are lazy, the route will end there.
I want to sing for myself now, not for others, not for my own face.

I have no dreams, I have no expectations, I'm like a lifeless, living corpse.
But surely, a small amount of light from the sky shines through the song of resistance.
It automatically turns into the strength to live and becomes an excuse for me who cannot die.
Flowing away in the wind, even if you say it's hard to understand, there's no other way.
Flowing away in the wind, even if you say it's hard to understand, there's no other way.
Flowing away in the wind, even if you say it's hard to understand, there's no other way.