Translator: Obscured Moon
Locking in the loneliness, shutting it away within my chest, closing it and going on living
I’ve become good at faking a smile, where do my true emotions go?
Spoiled people, and people who are loved… I don’t understand them…
Their intentions are always different from their words…
The wicked words that they think within their hearts burst from their mouths
Am I the only one who can’t shorten the distance between their conflicted head and heart?
Faced with my sadness, my chest cannot be so strong
I cannot meekly say to someone “I want you to hold me and live…”
If there’s conflict in my heart, then certainly it will return to my heart, right?
Isn’t everyone afraid of getting hurt?
It’s more scary than nothing changing from here on out, but I lay myself bare
My wounds will increase, but I’ll create a new me!