I’m jumping to conclusions, bathing in my vanity,
 My breaths heavy with cheap pride,
 But when I look into the sad little mirror covered in shame,
 That I keep hidden in my wardrobe…

It only illuminates the convenient scars,
 Showing me countless victories won with effortless strength.
 No matter much I polish it, it wears me down:
 An enlightenment where my feet can’t touch the ground.

I say crier! I say liar! I say rising heaven!
 I love this limitless world with its endless recordability.
 WAR… I hate WAR… I hate WAR…

I’d like to ask, “What is…”
 “What is life?” Just what is its [bad word] form?
 “Life”, the kind where you could be free and find happiness.
 “What is life?” Just what is its [bad word] form?