Live Life Alone

Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.
Every breath, each moment is filled with a terrible longing.
Who haunts my heart?
On this earth, every day, at the moment the sun rises at dawn...
for me, right at that very moment, it sets in my chest.
There's a void in my chest.
Every breath, every moment is filled with a terrible longing.
Who knows what kind of fire this is?
In it is neither smoke nor spark.
Who knows what kind of fire this is?
In it is neither smoke nor spark.
Perhaps it's some dream that is burning in my chest.
Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.
On the road on which the sun blazes, on which it doesn't set the whole night...
such is the path of love that I have chosen in my heart for life.
Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.
Where is it possible for one person to mean the same thing for everyone?
My heart is a little bad;
but there's some good in it as well.
Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.


Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.
Every breath, every moment is filled with a terrible longing.
Who indeed is in my heart?
Whatever thing the heart says yes to, it calls poison...
In love, oof! one must fight with oneself!
It's a punishment in my chest.
Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.
What lines did I manage to draw on my hand with a dagger?
But we drove ourselves into madness in our hearts.
Straying, wandering;
there's a void in my chest.


This world itself was paradise;
this world itself is paradise.
This world itself was paradise;
this world itself is paradise.
Having lost everything today,
a bounty has been laid bare in my chest.