Whatever I find resembles me
I applauded, I stoned
I do, I do know one
With hundreds of metres of snow thereupon
Its trail remains and is piling up, everything is hidden
Its mind flew towards the beautiful at ugliness
Pity, pity yourself
Blame the wings of the bird
How nicely I'm being sad sometimes as if looking at a shop window at night
There's a fault line (of mine) in my heart
Oh my life
I filled and emptied
It still stays incomplete
There's a fault line (of mine) in my heart
Oh my life
I measured, reaped, and weighed
It doesn't fit into anywhere
Without forcing anyone for anyone
Without playing with the settings of the heart
I said okay, it wasn't so
You and I were burnt1 completely
Time is the most right
Its trail remains and is piling up, it's going to the memories
I want myself to do it all
Pity, pity yourself
Blame the stones [that are] in their place
How nicely I'm being sad sometimes as if smelling the ornamental flower
There's a fault line (of mine) in my heart
Oh my life
I filled and emptied
It still stays incomplete
There's a fault line (of mine) in my heart
Oh my life
I measured, reaped, and weighed
It doesn't fit into anywhere
There's a fault line (of mine) in my heart; oh
I filled and emptied
There's a fault line (of mine) in my heart
Oh my life
It doesn't fit into anywhere
It doesn't fit into anywhere
It doesn't fit into anywhere
1. =are done for; are screwed