The contradiction of love.
Love is an emotion
sparked by chemical reaction
Love is an abstract
but also an absolute fact
Love is intangible
but inherently powerful
Love is our connection
but has no equation
Love doesn't subside
when our loved ones die
Love is eternal
yet lovers are just mortal
Love is contradictory
beautiful, but can turn ugly.
Love isn't a necessity
but without it,
where would we be?
My precious life
The dark side in my heart is
grief from the past that cannot be wiped away.
It’s alright, for I don’t give a damn.
I fired my blaster and stretched out my hands.
I’ve detached my life from myself so that I could gaze into the picture frame.
However, there’s no proof of my existence, and I can barely even protect my very self.
The path I’ve been avoiding and unable to pass has been like this for a while.
And then, everyone has disappeared off it...
Destiny can eat shit and die.
If I can’t achieve something, I will cry for pride.
Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world, an aria of love resounds.
Things such as the distorted real world, twisted wishes,
or the ideals and tomorrows that are crumbling away,
they’ve become so tedious that I want to just throw them away.
Goodbye, precious life.
The dark cloud in my heart is clearing up,
and light is shining onto my path.
Let’s fight, without any fear, with a double-edged sword brandished over our head.
My life is not so lonesome, for I am being guided by the voices of my comrades.
With the proof of my existence reaffirmed, I released my very self.
The path I’ve been avoiding
and unable to pass has always been like this.
Now my hesitation has completely dissipated...
Destiny can eat shit and die.
I will be a reckless daredevil and cry for pride.
Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world, I can hear an aria of love.
Things such as the writhed world wish to be fulfilled,
or weak grumblings, I have already crushed them with my hands.
The more I threw it away,
the more precious it became; it’s my precious life.
Destiny can eat shit and die.
If I can’t achieve something, I will cry for pride.
Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
an aria of love resounds.
Things such as the distorted real world, twisted wishes,
or the ideals and tomorrows that are crumbling away, they’ve become so tedious that I want to just throw them away.
Goodbye, precious life.
I will simply repaint my destiny.
Even if I become covered in wounds, I’ll try for pride.
Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
I still sing about love. Things such as the writhed world wish to be fulfilled, or the bond and the future we are starting to build up and consolidate, they are still precious in the end even when I have thrown them away.
It’s my precious life