If this world were just to be some artificial thing,
My way of thinking, my worries, my desires, everything -
Are at the very edges of the universe, in somebody’s palm
and I'm just being manipulated by them - at least, I have a feeling it's something like that
The ingredients I pick out when buying oden* at the convenience store and
Even things like missing the train
There’s not, not, not, not, any sort of meaning in it all I’m looking for
Curse my awful, awful, awful fate
Round and round and round and round,
stirring it over and over
Crying waa, waa while my tears melt down my face
If this world were just to be some artificial thing,
The things bestowed upon me - my appearance, my talent, everything
It’s like it’s some unfair god’s prank, right?
I toss my failing lottery ticket** into the burnable garbage
All on my own, walking in the dark nighttime streets
With only the light of the moon smiling at me
There’s not, not, not, not, any sort of meaning in it all I’m looking for
Cursing my awful, awful, awful fate
Round and round and round and round,
taking one detour after the other
Crying waa, waa while searching for something
Take a breather around here…
There’s not, not, not, not, any sort of meaning in it all I’m looking for
Laugh at my worst, my worst, my worst kind of fate
Round and round and round and round,
stirring it over and over
Crying waa, waa, only to drink up my tears