不可解

Money, business, efficiency, and such

From now on, I have to think about those things

Right?

Because in schools, they talk about responsibility and teamwork

They teach us saying it's for a future that doesn't exist, that has no meaning, don't they?

"Toward the ideal human form" "Toward the righteous human form"

Thinking that way, somehow all humans start to seem dirty to me

Virtual worlds, delusions—things like that become beautiful instead

Ah, what is this feeling? This is me, being inhuman

"Lonely" or "beloved"

Cannot be expressed with such words

An inexplicable, unobserved scene

Like a nameless flower

This lament blooming leisurely in profusion

Unable to even do what I want

Bloomed in a withered heart that cannot even move

An unstable, incomplete declaration

Cannot be expressed in words

To defy reality and society

An unawakened, imperfect magic

"I'm studying this thing called human righteousness now,

Living by theory and doing as taught—

Well, I think that's right,

But surely it's not only that, is it?"

Because I think something is wrong, I was told by someone that it's wrong

Then what is this feeling?

Far from love

Hard to call it turmoil, a twisted emotion that can't be expressed

Isn't this beautiful? Is this beauty wrong?

Then I don't need a world like this. I want to believe in what I believe.

"I want to die" or "I want to live"

With such pain, I'll be hated

But an inexplicable, unfinished statement

That's all I can rely on, I suppose

Always powerless before unknown reality

Even living is difficult

My withered lungs, unable to move, cried out

An immeasurable proof of heresy

Flowers bloom on the screen

Rebelling against reality and society

An incomplete, unstable magic

Like this, purely and righteously

Becoming a sincere adult

That too is one correct answer

But everyone should know that's not enough to be satisfied

Because isn't that right?

If I were satisfied, I wouldn't be singing here

I wouldn't be in so much pain

I wouldn't be dancing here

I wouldn't be screaming with such feelings

I couldn't become this beautiful

I wouldn't be having this much fun

Formed from crushed tears solidifying

This inexplicable feeling has no name

An inexplicable unobserved scene

An unstable, incomplete scene

To resist reality and society

An inexplicable and incomplete magic

It's not about those things, is it?

Love, friendship—something immeasurable by such things

Thinking that scene of a crushed heart, that uncertain scenery, is beautiful

Surely that itself is

The proof of being human