In her hand, she holds the weapon she bought at Jusco
For 198 yen
To kill everyone with.
She got a job at the convenience store, and in her short-sleeves,
“Who is this fucking pipsqueak.” “Hurry and die, pipsqueak.”
Is what people said to her.

Flowers bloom and wither to scars;
Hasty cuts upon this small animal.
What are you, some critter?
“I’m not kidding about wanting to die, I’m serious, you idiots!!”
Her juvenile fever continues,
Hated by all, without love, broken down.

Standing in the way with a weapon bought at Jusco is
The Unpatriotic Hero Hanako.
A stuffed cat toy is looking her way
With such a cute face,
“Who is this fucking pipsqueak.” “Hurry and die, pipsqueak.”
Is what it is saying to her.

She’s good for nothing but shedding tears;
Hasty cuts upon this small animal.
“Look, I’m bleeding!”
What are you, some critter?
“I’m not kidding about wanting to die, I’m serious, you idiots!!”
She’s bound up in rubber hair ties,
More than living on, more than dying too, lackadaisical.

Flowers bloom; she cuts to tomorrow.
It’s so pathetic, she’s just a squirrel.
Flowers wither; upon her young arms
Slashes upon slashes are cut.
Her scars ask: Is she living or dying?
It’s so pathetic; she’s such a tiny person.
The puffs of her breath yet continue, continue,
Like the smooth swipes of the blade.

At 19 years old you are
Breaking down, so childishly.
You are so docile.
What are you, some critter?
I’m sure you’re just lying about wanting to die.
Hana-chan pweets her recorder.
Hana-chan’s recorder.
Hana-chan, these fuckers are
All your enemies!

Flowers bloom; she cuts to tomorrow.
It’s so pathetic, she’s just a squirrel.
Flowers wither; upon her young arms
Slashes upon slashes are cut.
Her scars ask: Is she living or dying?
It’s so pathetic; she’s such a tiny person.
The puffs of her breath yet continue, continue,
Like the smooth swipes of the blade.

Bloom bright and strong, just as you are.
Wither to nothing, just as you are.
Hana-chan, your stunted flowers are kinda pretty, you know.
Bloom bright and strong, just as you are.
Wither to nothing, just are you are.
Hana-chan, your crazed flowers say this to the world:
“Hana-chan is just a critter/cutter!”
“Hana-chan is just a critter/cutter!”
“Hana-chan is just a critter/cutter!”
“Hana-chan is just a critter/cutter!”
“Hana-chan is just a critter/cutter!”
“Hana-chan is just a critter/cutter!”
Hana-chan, bloom bright and strong!