Issai Gassai Yo mo Sue da (It's the end of the world at all)
I saw a big, red dog that was depressed. He was headed toward the mountain with a child. He was panting and shaking, but it sometimes looked like he was smiling.
We're born into this life vacantly gaping. We leave this life creaking and cracking.
Flowers bloom every spring, The mountains and rivers are majestic,
But I just want to shoot myself In my small and shadowed heart.
All things must pass, even this world.
The depressed dog, actually, the blue sky, And only my thoughts are full of darkness.
I defend and I attack Without a dream to hold on to, But only this process lets me speak out.
We're born into this life vacantly gaping. We leave this life creaking and cracking.