My left eye could watch and cry. My right eye could watch and smile.
And between my eyes are still the feelings I can’t process.

The first time I went to Ueno Station, it was an unusual white Christmas
The last train already gone, a contrast to the light I could see moving far away
I had too much fun, I talked for too long, and so now it was silent and the sound of the world emptied into my ears
I have a dream of an eternity different to those stuffed animals in the park’s darkened museum
For example, I think for an instant of these days that seem so beautiful
The fluttering snow seems to have no plans

Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days
Was beautiful days, was beautiful days

I pretend to like you, I even like the things you like,
So if those feelings bud in someone else again, they will be whole
I reverse these songs I’ve recorded, and when I play them back,
Loading, loading, loading, my memories recite a vacant charm,
And all of the cut-and-sewn words seem to scatter, flutter, and die
We plan to [bad word] the small flames of the burning garbage in the world

Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days
Was beautiful days, was beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days
Was beautiful days, was beautiful days

Even the darkness of the blowing snow is still beautiful
Even the inside I can never see, despite sadness, is still beautiful

These emotions that I feel like I can somehow transmit are just light bulbs on an overloaded circuit,
Flickering, blinking, dying, vanishing, to everyone else
I have to prepare every disguise, the cliché faces of a mysterious person
How about the crying face? Or maybe the smiling face?
Hey?

Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful
Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days
Was beautiful days, was beautiful days
I, I, I, I, I, my, me, mine
Too, too, too, too, too unclear
Love, love, love, love, love is all I want

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Was beautiful days, was beautiful
Was beautiful days, was beautiful