Living a life in slight misery
The dead are knocking on the door, aren’t they?
The small master cannot stand to watch anymore
"It’s an unpleasant story"

Throats and bodies that split open and widen,
In order to melt a dead heart,
Leisurely swallow up life

I gouge out eyes

Hey, you prayed too, right
Whenever you glared at me
That kind of tragic spirit is
Something I really love
 [bad word] to the interior of my womb
The endpoint of love and ego
You will soon be reborn as well
It’s wonderful to be like a monster, right?

Saying things like “Ahh, God, why?”
"I’m sick of this already!" you cried
Just accept it, this is fate
So let’s work hard for the next, next, next master

Legends, life, and even people’s fate
And inadvertently falling in love, too
Quietly, the snake laughs out
"Such stupid things."

Ah, how difficult, what a challenge, I can’t stand it
What licks at a dull heart is
Trimming away at a small life
Embedding in those eyes

Ahh, it dwells in you, right?
The “power of meeting eyes”　(The fate of uniting eyes)
You are this tragedy’s “queen”

Enjoy it, this life of yours!
Weaving together love and egoism
Those wavering days are beginning to break as well
Matching pace and heading to the “first tragedy”

"Give it back!" You lamented, 
"I’m sick of it already!" You wept
You knew it, right? That’s fate
That terribly petty and fragile story (Those terribly petty and fragile days)
Is the real thing, isn’t it? 

No matter how many times you deny it
This foolish life you’re living
Begins to play that same story backwards (Begins to return to those same days)
Recklessly, uncouthly,
Cry, sob, wail, and [bad word] intertwined

Ahh, it’s an unsightly life
Before you ask “Why?”
You asked for too much and now serve to sin
Hollow miracles will break open and collapse

Saying “It’s enough already!”
No matter how many times you just cry
Even the end will quickly fade away

And the next, next time [bad word] The next, next day
And the next, next next one after that too,
Let’s ridicule it!