Pull the right trigger.
I hate you when you have an emotion that does not suit you.
You are chasing after the worthless stuffs
and you are lurking yourself in the shade.
I hated you
for always playing the heroine with your sad excuses.
I think the tears do not go along with your nature.
I put an end to
the real myself reflected in the mirror
who can not accomplish anything.
From the beginning, it kept drifting and wandering,
and it surrounded me in uproar, circlewise form,
and I'm sure I knew something like loneliness from the beginning.
I'm gonna say goodbye.
From someday, the sky I kept looking up is
full of imaginations and illusions intertwining.
One day, surely, I'm gonna say goodbye,
to the spreading cloudy sky.
Now, I won't run away again.
In this withered, scarce society,
I hate you feign languidness.
This serene,
cleared up landscape is
linked to a fact in deep sleep.
Firstly, rather than frightened regretful future prospects,
Secondly, it is the world spreading beyond breaking through the shell.
If there is a meaning in this one second,
please add a new scenario to my conclusion,
and just draw me closer to you.
Now I placed my hand over the new stage I have been diverting(deflecting) from ages ago.
What will the future be?
Your drop about to spilling down
will softly color this whole universe.
If it is painful, I surely will rip up the darkness,
and I'm coming to pick you up now.
From the beginning, it kept drifting and wandering,
and it surrounded me in uproar, circlewise form,
and I'm sure I knew something like loneliness from the beginning.
I'm gonna say goodbye.
From someday, I have been watching the idols and the ideals of the sky I kept looking up,
and I'm reaching out my hand.
One day, surely, I'm gonna say farewell
to the spreading cloudy sky.
Now, I won't run away again.
yama's songs are always difficult!