MUCC

The outburst of cricket chirping; They fleetingly cry out, and then die
Flinging off its shell, the moment screams out
The shining sun spoke to a melancholy boy
Like a pressed four-leaf clover

If you can't hear a gentle song, you should just sing one yourself; Isn't that so?

The shadows that were burned by the absolute sun
Are burning away, so much so that it makes me dizzy
I love this world that there seems to not be worth living in

A pale light is projected on the water's surface
It's a shining staccato that I paint drifting along
I put an end to the shining in order to rest quietly
A tiny firefly sinks into the water

Life is short, the sound of a heartbeat; Let me howl in tune with you, and let's sing

The ensemble strums out my urges
Distorting the rainbow of an evening shower
If I die one day
Then feel free to laugh selfishly and recklessly

Hey you who doesn't know what is important
A genuine purity that knows no impurities
Saying that it's valuable is a lie, isn't it?

The shadows that were burned by the absolute sun
Are burning away, so much so that it makes me dizzy
I love this world that there seems to not be worth living in

The ensemble strums out my urges
Until my heart and screaming voice die out
The outburst of cricket chirping that vanished into the August sky leaves its cast off skin behind
The sky is too high