Romaji Lyrics

aa, kyou mo mata hareta aozora ga uzai
osen shoku hito GOMI ni oshitsubusare sou
kyou mo tada iradatsu jibun ni haragatatsu
kiete kure kore ijou ore wo korosanai de kure
aa, kasoku suru shishunki yue no shoudou
douse mawari wa ore nanka micha kurenai
majime buru koto ni tsukarete shimatta
mou, owakare sa.
hi no ataranai "boku"

me wo tojireba omoidasu
ASPHALT no kubi nijimu kurenai
Man nelly kashita TEREBI wa yagate
ore no namae de ume tsukusareru

ai ya yasashisa nante uragiri no zengi sa
dakara mou dare ni mo ai sarenu you ni
toumei na sonzai ni, fuyouhin ni narou
soshitara ima yori mo zutto raku darou

aa, kasoku suru shishunki yue no shoudou
douse mawari wa ore nanka micha kurenai
majime buru koto ni tsukarete shimatta
mou, owakare sa.
hi no ataranai "boku"

uzaku hareta hirusagari
akai SIREN gudon na otona
ryoute kubi ni houteki kousoku
tsumetaku nijimu
mimi wo sumaseba kikoeru
osanaki hikou danzetsu BALLAD
MOSAIC goshi no CLASSMATE wa
"masaka aitsu ga?" to CAMERA ni itta

hito wo kowasu koto de iyasareteta ore wa
basei no naka atarashii STAGE ni mukau
MONOTONE shasou kara kasuka ni mieru sakura
kidzukeba machi ichimen haru ga saiteita
juusan nengo no ore e waraete iru kai?
kitto nanika ni kizuki kawareteru kamoshirenai
ore wa mada ikiteru tsumi wo mitsume nagara
uzaku hareta aoi sora ga mienu kono basho de.

chuueki juusan nen kari taiin made ato ichinen to yo ka getsu

English Translation

Ah, the fine blue sky depresses me again today.
I feel like being overwhelmed by garbage.
I just fret myself and it irritates me again today.
Please go away, Please don't kill me anymore.
Ah, the puberty impulse is speeding up.
The world doesn't care about me anyway.
I am tired of pretending I'm a good boy.
It's over now. The less representing "me".

I remember it when I close my eyes.
The head on asphalt. The spreading red.
Manualed TVs will be slowly
filled with my name.

Love and kindness are foreplay of betrayal.
That's why I don't want to be loved by anyone.
I try to be invisible and unwanted stuff.
Then I may feel much calmer than now.

The depressingly fine afternoon
Red sirens and dull adults
I get legal restraints on both my wrists.
It spreads coldly.
When I listen carefully,
then I hear the young screaming of pain. The cutting ballade
Classmates behind mosaics tell the cameras
"Did he do it? It's unbelievable."

I have healed by hurting somebody,
Surrounded by hooting I head to a new stage.
Cherry blossoms can be slightly seen between monotone car's windows.
The spring has bloomed all over town.
To myself in 13 years later, am I smiling naturally?
I may find something and will be able to change by then,
I am still alive with facing up to the crime.
The depressingly fine blue sky cannot be seen from my prison.

The jail-term is 13 years and one year and four months from parole.