Though a town that goes ‘li li li li,’ so that I won’t fidget anxiously,
“What will happen after I die?” I am threatening myself.

I’m sure that dying will hurt so, while I still have some positive energy,
Using good luck charms all around, I’ll force myself to keep walking.

It’s not like this and it’s not like that. People are such a pain.
It’s not like bleh and it’s not like blah. All I do is ruminate.

Before it becomes anything significant, people die so easily.
I know it’s outrageous to hear, but people all die someday.

Through a town that goes ‘li li li li,’ my locked-down soul will not
Even crack the curtains a slit, so I will wrench them open.

I’m sure that dying will be scary but, right now feels even scarier.
Using good luck charms all around, I’ll force myself to keep walking.

I hate this and I hate that. People are such a pain.
What will happen after we die? Are you just sad for eternity?

Both to children and parents there are sleepless nights.
As days come after another, I too will someday die.

If I get on the train wearing the same outfit as always,
I will play the same character as always, today.

It’s not like this and it’s not like that. People are such a pain.
I’m comfortable at 5am, when I can still breathe sincerely.
For each step you take, the higher chance that you’ll die.
I have to walk on, but regardless, people will die anyway.

I got on my usual morning train and the guy who’s always there was missing
Will it be my turn next? We disappear like discarded trash.

Everybody dies. They die so easily. And I’ll do my best, yeah!!