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Music&Lyrics　Miyake @napoliemon

\"Basket Worm\"
translation by Hazuki no Yume
It sucks. Even when I lock myself up in my room,
the noise outside
is still turning my head into a mess.
I’m definitely not going to look. I don’t want to look.
But I still want to take a peek.
Thus ever so quietly, I reached out my hand toward the curtain.
Come on, make a weekend trip with someone
to those lands obscenely standing
along the National Highway, as if springing from the ground.
That someone being whomever’s there by your side.
I’ve burned up all of the letters from once upon a time,
so that I won’t end up developing things
I can’t give up on;
so that I won’t cry,
even when I wake up from my sleep.
Crafting a piece of work
by my bedside.
Aah, you’ve appeared in my dream again.
“I believe you”
have such a lame sound to them.
If only you had been more like me—
like a threadbare, worn out piece of rag.
It scares me to change
the way I feel about things,
that’s why I’m just doing everything
haphazardly, miles away.
Not having learned my lesson, after some time has passed,
an idea would get into my head again,
and I’d wish I could have you.
Exactly for whose sake do I want
to burn it all up and throw it away?
I’ve lost everything to a self-centered,
self-serving sort of kindness.
Yet I’ve forgotten all that as I allowed myself to sink lower,
in my self-generated misery.
Truly, I’m a hopeless case.
See, I’d be overcome by the early summer wind,
and I’d stage an oh-so-coincidental coincidence,
coming up with some lines like some sort of trap,
only to start feeling this self-hatred again.
Goodbye,
my beloved inhaler.
I’ve already gotten quite afraid
of hurting someone else,
so I’m just going
to go on living
as I trip and fall, get up,
only to trip and fall again
at a place no one knows of, without telling anyone about it.


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