As always, I can’t see myself moving towards tomorrow,
As always, I’m stuck in my sorrow.
Ah, I’m sorry for letting the scarecrow...
Show itself again.

Ah, I always knew that I’d turn to ash,
Turn to trash,
Then turn to earth... right back to zero.

Do I want to live?
Do I want to die?
Is it even worth thinking about anymore?
I guess that I have no more...
To stay for.

I should just stop it all forever.

I want to live.
If you really want to live,
Then go back to them, apologize,
and socialize.

Instead of cutting your arm and wrist, cut your overgrown hair.
There!
You’re fully aware, that you doing this, to this length is rare,
Just compare your two pairs,
Of arms... it’s impossible to repair.
Good luck.

I want to live.
If you really want to live, then...
There’s no meaning to this nonsense.
The whole process, the concept, and content,
Is worthless.
Since life is ultimately meaningless,
Nothing matters in the end.

Are you suggesting a shutdown?

Ah, I don’t know...
The love, the romance,
The fleeting happiness...

And the inevitable way they break...

If the makeshift habit of living continues anyway,
do they hold any meaning anymore?
I really can’t think of any way.
Sigh, the end is near,
Just a couple more years,
It’s whatever.

Though I think...
I should just continue wanting to die, forever.

It hurts.
If it really hurts, then cut it out.
There’s no one, anywhere,
Who cares about you.
Very well,
Already have been aware,
Though thanks for the reminder.

I want to live.
If you really want to live, then break it down.
But then I’ll drown...
Are you really convincing yourself a wall is there again?

It’s sad.
If it’s sad, then write it down.
You don’t have anyone to tell anyway.

Even if I were to dream forever...
Someday, sometime, surely...
You will forget all about me...
So continue to live just like that.