and ends up spewing it back out.
My hair is all puffed up and messy, like I didn't even bother to fix it.
I looked out the window, and
people were moving busily about.
...Cherry blossoms are already blooming.
I tried writing lyrics, pretending to be inspired.
But no matter how many times I erased and rewrote them,
it always ended up being about you.
Being sober is just too hard.
In the end, every time I sing this song,
I'll go on living today, tomorrow, and the day after, pretending it's not about you.
Ah, I'm sick of it.
Even if I look pathetic, I can't help it.
Even if I were reborn tomorrow right this instant,
writing a song that holds the memories you and I shared
is something I'd hate more than death.
Since that day, I've been living like this.
Without once being able to pick up the guitar I loved so much,
It's really funny, right?
Just for today, say I love you, 愛してる, saranghae.
If I say it like this in front of you and regret it,
would I feel a little better?
...
Honestly, I'll say it.
Things like music just seem like nothing but an emotional drain.
Writing lyrics and playing guitar are meaningless.
If I keep going like this, I feel like it'll turn into
a forced, cheesy tearjerker
So I'll stop here.
"It's all nothing special, after all."
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Ugh, the quality is way too mid, seriously;;;
Winter, hurry up and come
