Tomokawa Kazuki - Ikiterutte Ittermiro

A filthy, sodden towel tied
Around your waist, dawdling home
It's not like you're dead yet
Pausing in front of your own house
Summoning the courage to open the door
It's not like it's hell inside

Go on, try saying you're alive
Go on, try saying you're alive
Go on, try saying you're alive

Loneliness, kindness, and suffering
The painful melodrama of this world…
It's not like it's a slaughterhouse
Hippies, street kids, beggar kids
Dabbling in the ecstasy of grief
It's not like you're a cripple

Go on, try saying you're alive
Go on, try saying you're alive
Go on, try saying you're alive

Dreams and reality dangling
Tears and loneliness your companions
It's not like you're a voiceless doll
With your long hair and your affected cool
Where's the depth of your roots?
It's not like it's a tombstone

Go on, try saying you're alive
Go on, try saying you're alive
Go on, try saying you're alive