Shiawase No Shuuchaku
isogiashi de aruku, kuroari no mure
waracchairu ga doko ni mukatte aruiteru no ka?
ORE wa omou. kono yo no shuuchaku wa
kotae no saki no kanashimi no hate
ORE wa yagate shinu? sore ga kowain ja nai?
hajimatta mono wa kanarazu owari ga matteiru kara
soredemo shiawase wo motomete shimau no deshou.
naku koto no muzukashisa wo shitte
onore no mazushiki kokoro wo shiru
soshite ORE wa shiawase ni shuuchaku shiteru
itsuka wa egao mo taeru toki ga kuru deshou.
osanai koro wa tanoshikatta?
nagerareta gimonfu ga fukaku fukaku tsukisasaru
ashiato sae mo miushinatte
hibi wo kurikaeshi tadoritsuku basho.
gimonfu no kotae mo dasenai mama de
soshite mata shuuchaku e to arukidasu.
The Terminal of Happiness
A swarm of black ants, walking at a fast pace
They are laughing, but where is it that they are headed for?
I think. The terminal of this world is
At the limits of the sorrow that's beyond the answers
Will I die soon? Isn't that scary?
Because things that began are necessarily waiting for the end
And yet, I suppose that I am wishing for happiness.
I know how hard it is to cry
I know how poor is my own heart
And I am clinging to happiness
Someday, I suppose that even smiling faces will die out.
Was my childhood happy?
The question marks that I have cast pierce deeply, deeply
I lose sight of even my footprints,
Repeating my everyday as I struggle on to that place.
And unable to find even the answers to my question marks
I start advancing towards the terminal again.
