Before I can think, the ideal has become a fantasy.
Unconsciously, the body has no strength.
This knife-like reality chopped me up on the road.
What is ideal ~ ~ ~
What is love ~ ~ ~ ~
The world is always changing.
Some are at a loss ~ ~ ~
But I'm still alone.
Still a person ~ ~ ~ ~
I don't want to be a sadness.
I don't want to be a pile of dirty things.
For the pride and light in my heart, I want to wake up before I die.
I don't want to be empty.
I don't want to be a loser.
For the dignity of life and dreams, I want to wake up before I die.
Ideal is never as dazzling as desire.
Just like emptiness is the pressure of living.
Every time the soul smiles trembling.
That kind of similar sadness buried me in the barren hills.
I don't care about myself at all ~ ~ ~
What is the need ~ ~ ~
Truth is always changing, and it has long been doomed to confusion.
But I'm still alone.
I'm still alone ~ ~ ~
I don't want to be a sorrow or a pile of dirt.
For the pride and light in my heart, I want to wake up before I die.
I don't want to be empty or useless.
For the dignity of life and dreams, I want to wake up before I die.
(guitar solo) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I like it.
We trudged on unknown wasteland.
With strong tears, dissolute and confused.
We lost our voice in the chaotic street.
Sing the beauty and unhappiness of life.
What is freedom ~ ~ ~
What is eternity ~ ~ ~
Right and wrong are always changing, and I can't tell them apart.
But I don't want this.
I still have hope ~ ~ ~ ~
I don't want to be a sorrow or a pile of dirt.
For the pride and light in my heart, I want to wake up before I die.
I don't want to become a void or a pile of waste.
For the dignity of life and dreams, I want to wake up before I die.
I don't want to be a sorrow or a pile of dirt.
For the pride and light in my heart, I want to wake up before I die.
I don't want to become a void or a pile of waste.
I want to wake up before I die for the dignity and hope of life.