One's Lost Weeping

finally pierces a vein

by suddenly appearing, this weak love

even transforms a pole into a lethal weapon

it's not fiction

I do like math and science,

since I'm useless at Japanese, I hate it

but if I continue to worry about which is correct

I feel they'll both turn out wrong

today's homework is about me

who has no personality

it's just enough 

I'm satisfied

I've started to live

but why is it, we sometimes-- no always

say we're sad,

say we're lonely?

can you read the kanji on the blackboard?

can you read that kid's imagination?

who was it who dyed this heart black?

hey, who was it?

hey, who was it?

can you solve the equation on the abacus?
can you loosen the ope around that kid's neck?
is it fine if we remain like this?
hey, what should I do?
it doesn't matter anymore...
no matter how much time passes,
we've been carelessly intoxicated in hypnotism
I've always hopelessly hid
behind
arrogance from power I no longer have
as usual
I can't solve
yesterday's homework...
hey, what should I do?
it doesn't matter anymore...