Just live.

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Hated by life itself.
In the end, we'll die anyway.
You will, I will, one day any of us will rot away like fallen leaves.
But regardless, we live on frantically-- Shouldering our lives, frantically, we live-- Killing, struggling, laughing, shouldering it all.
Living, living, living, living--

I might just die tomorrow, you know, everything might just end up being for naught.
Mornings and nights, spring and autumn, unchanging, someone dies somewhere.
I don't need dreams or even a tomorrow, if you'll lived on then that's all I need.
Yeah... That's actually what I want to sing about.-

We who simply like the idea of the word "goodbye" a little too much, with no knowledge of a true farewell, are hated by life itself.
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Happiness, farewells, love and friendships; They're all goods that can be brought for money... within jokes made by comical dreams.-

"correct"" "If you don't want to die, then live".
If we're going to end up sad and if that's fine then you gotta laugh forever.
We are hated by life itself.
Without even grasping the meaning of joy, we just hate the hand life has dealt us and merely curse our pasts.
We are hated by life itself.-

our whole existence without dying... I'm just daydreaming about these kinds of science fiction situations.
I couldn't care a bit if I died, but I'm wanted alive by the people around me living on carrying such contradictions... I think I'll get yelled at.
"Things that are "correct" should stay-

carrying nothing but such obstinacy, today again I sleep alone on my bed.
We who were but youths at some poimt start to change into young adults.
Growing old, one day we rot away like fallen leaves with not a soul in the world knowing of our existence...
Obtaining an immortal body, and living-

are hated by it.
-instruments-
I've got no money, and so throughout the day again, I sing songs of praise to indolence still without grasping the meaning of life, I come to an epiphany that it's pointless and take a breath.
Are these wounds really ok to be expressed with words like "I'm lonely"-

a young boy ran off carrying a knife.
We are hated by life itself.
Pushing values and egos, as always, so very simply we broadcast songs about wanting to kill somebody else over radio waves.
We are hated by life itself.
We who thoughtlessly say we want to die and look at life thoughtlessly,-