ENGLISH Translation DUSTCELL - **Corrupted Life** A home without any scaffolding I can't even clean it up Bills are piled up, no love no money Closed off curtains Garbage I can't get rid of Blurry memory Who are you Again drowning in alcohol Just how many times have I gotten my hands dirty at this lowest of low life Stacking up sins with deception Cloudy head My head isn't working correctly Obviously I just can't There is a hole in the wall My unforgivable youth Plastic cable Abandoned cardboard I don't want to put anything in my stomach Without doing anything at all I want to but I just can't I just can't fit in anything Weekend quickly passes by I want to walk on this world myself Saying goodbye, going to sleep as the washing machine running Life in a four-and-a-half-tatami-mat room (Being young and poor) It's fine to be hated It's hard to let go of your feelings Keep walking with your own traffic lights Hiding it with brand new forged documents The lowest, the best, the worst, perfection Going back and forth, keep repeating it Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, millions of times Know of loneliness On one hand I just want to live in peace I want to be burried in the mud On the other hand, I love you I hate you just as equally I'm sick of it, the human's heart I'm so worn out, being covered in mud Blah blah blah Tomorrow's work Drinking up highball to forget My head's gonna be all fuzzy and cloudy Just procrastinating Ahh I see I see! I'm living just for money Ahh I see I see! I've sold my time and life Worn-out sheets Jersey Refrigerator covered in dust I just want to keep living like this Work Romance Life Everything is no good I just can't fit in anything Weekend quickly passes by I want to walk on this world myself Saying goodbye, going to sleep as the washing machine running Life in a four-and-a-half-tatami-mat room (Being young and poor) It's fine to be hated It's hard to let go of your feelings Keep walking with your own traffic lights Hiding it with brand new forged documents The lowest, the best, the worst, perfection Going back and forth, keep repeating it Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, millions of times Know of loneliness
@elation002 жыл бұрын
Mood
@zad_rasera2 жыл бұрын
Thanks for the TLs as always!
@Kaoru_MaiAmeTsuchi96832 жыл бұрын
You're pretty good (^。^)y-.。oO
@TwoCentReview2 жыл бұрын
Thanks for the translation. Now I’m sad.
@我的暱稱5 ай бұрын
For me, something like this should be more accurate : No Room to Stand Can't even clean up Bills piling up, no love or money The curtains are closed Garbage I can't throw away No memory-who are you? Messed up again with alcohol At the bottom of this miserable life, how many times have I dirtied my hands? Hiding my sins while piling them up My head is really spinning Everything's breaking down Can't do the simplest things There are holes in the walls My unforgivable blue Plastic, cables Abandoned cardboard I don't want to put anything in my stomach I want to clear everything without doing anything But that's impossible, impossible I don't fit in with anything Weekends pass by in a flash I want to walk the world proactively Fell asleep with the washing machine on, goodbye A life in a tiny four-and-a-half mat room It's okay if people hate me It's hard to melt these feelings Walking by my own traffic light Forging new documents to hide The worst, the best, the worst, the best Back and forth, repeating Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of times Learning about loneliness On one hand, I want to live carefully On the other, I want to be buried in the mud On one hand, I love you But I hate you just as much People's hearts are disgusting Worn out, all mixed up So damn tired of tomorrow's work I open a highball to forget Fading away, stumbling along Rest without productivity Ah, that's right! I’m living for the money Ah, that's right! I’m selling my time to live Tattered sheets, sweats Dust-covered fridge I want to live just as I am Work, love, life Everything’s a mess I don’t fit in with anything Weekends pass by in a flash I want to walk the world proactively Fell asleep with the washing machine on, goodbye A life in a tiny four-and-a-half mat room It's okay if people hate me It's hard to melt these feelings Walking by my own traffic light Forging new documents to hide The worst, the best, the worst, the best Back and forth, repeating Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of times Learning about loneliness