“Well, my friend who passed away…” Can I be a chart-topping star if I say something like this? I wonder if creativity in this world Can be boiled down to mere sympathy
It’s no use crying out, “I’m serious!” If you fail to show results, grownups will forsake you I’m nothing but a perishable organism after all So, I, 21 years old, just live recklessly
I don’t care if my way of living is regarded as the lowest and worst The last thing I want is to be called genius after my death
“Well, I was poor in the past…” Will they be moved to tears if I say something like this? I wonder if creativity in this world Can be boiled down to mere sympathy
Leading a life neither good nor bad I live for the moment with common trickeries Feel free to call my song piece of crap I still want to be more passionate
I don’t care if my way of living is regarded as the lowest and worst The last thing I want is to be called genius after my death