Romaji
kusomushi gomikuzu konnichiwaatashi ga mitometa hentaisan
saitei saikou dema no soko miseteageru
shikata ga nakure koko ni iru
doko e ittemo onnaji da
temee ga dema ikitemiro
kusomushi no umi
oyoide tsukamaetemiro
oyoide kocchi e koi
kusomushi gomikuzu konnichiwa
sake yo hana hana tsumi no ne o hatte
sake yo hana hana zetsubou ayamekakeru yo
hana hana saite wa ochiru kibou suikondeshimai
hatasarenai kana
English
Shitty bug, wasted trash, helloYou abnormal being that I have approved of
I will show you the worst of the best gutters
Having no choice, you’re here
Because wherever you go, it’s the same
You filth try to live the way you want
In the sea of shitty bugs
Swim, try to grasp on
Swim, come here
Shitty bug, wasted trash, hello
Oh flower, bloom, plant your roots
Oh flower, bloom. Your sprouts of despair are showing
You bloom excitedly and your hopes fall
You’ll end up absorbing it all
Because you have no end
But you mustn’t.
Because you’ll end up wounded
The angels take to skies in a trashy way
And me, who’s shitty as well
Hates cages of bugs
Sure I’ll pile up mistakes and sins
Even more than the end and the beginning you know
I’d like to see yours instead
So much that I can’t stand it
Oh, flower bloom. Bring out your sprouts of sin
Oh flower, bloom. Your buds that go on controlling me
It flutters down and my hope is withered away
I end up chasing you
Don’t let me be alone
Gazing at each other, we get a little shy
We wait for tomorrow
Since being alone is scary
Lets make a promise
The forms we see in the many gathered mirrors
They break into very small pieces
The true forms that are yet unseen
Are made up like a puzzle
I look forward to doing it,
And I make my move on it
The flower that grows on steel has the taste of honey
Oh flower, don’t bloom. I pick the flower bud of evil
Like flowers that fall in a glittering way
Don’t let me be alone!
We ended up being a little scattered apart
A shadow with an overflown turbulence soars the skies
Only the everyday that offers nothing,
Goes on to fall
Only a delusion I want to know nothing of
Is rusted together
I ladle it out, I disclose it
And when I start making it
I shut myself off saying I’m alone
As I walk this tightrope
There’s nothing, it’s not here
I’m uncertain
I cover up my eyes, my ears
My nose and my face
It’s definitely here
The flower that blooms on steel
Has the taste of sin
And then the flower of evil
Blooms in provision
Like a mirage
Well then, I’ll go first
Thanks to panos907
