LOSER'S THEATRE
LOSER'S THEATRE

Declaration of defeat      Pillars made of wood     Gathering homeless fingers in a box
Anxiety is your lot.     You won't ever let go off the cuff you grapped .

A fairy-tale made up for someone - The man searching for the best flower of all
Remaining numbers     Wearing out sweet times only

If you opened the same door as usual
to fill the rarefaction of living...

the song of the man whose eyes look like he's about to kill
rages inside your always-sad heart and
while you're still unaware of it, tears will brim over
to scold you: "Don't stop walking!"

It'd be nice, if there was a world somewhere without superiority or inferiority
It'd be nice, if there was a world somewhere without narrow-mindedness

If you opened the same door as usual
to fill the blank space of your canvas...

the song of the man whose eyes look like he's about to kill
rages inside your always-sad heart and
while you're still unaware of it, tears will brim over
to scold you: "Don't kill your heart again!"

Lyrics (C) by HITOMI
Translation (C) by KIBOU (http://nigeguchi.wareta.net)