At night I can’t feel the coming of morning even the slightest.
Does darkness consider Japan’s future ?
The television, the sighs hardly stop my watch.
What can make me feel emptiness to this extreme ?
The answering machine in your room seems to be functioning properly,
somehow I don’t care in the least,
Cause my hair growing long means nothing to me.
I don’t expect to be fulfilled by filling in holes with words.
Unable to wait for sunrise I search for the scissors.
It doesn’t mean anything to you even if I cut everything.
The person I met that summer doesn’t exist.
As it grew colder, I loved you without out ever knowing you.
Its too late now, to say “it was all an act”
You cried through the reciever, but I’m the one who wants to cry.
Even if you’re the only one calling me, and you give your full
wonderful attention, its already too late.
because you didn’t even try to answer me.
Come to this sea again, on a walk trying to remember
Even though I feel its easier to stop the waves,
My feelings have gone off and don’t come back.
You laugh at me “liars get decieved as well” but
starting with foolish old me there are a race of those incapable
of the act.
If I fall clumisilly unable to go forward correctly
I’ll die, without using any tool to help me stand up.
If I can put away this murderous intent, as a last word
I want to tell you “not to make fun of me so mechanically”