Marching misery isn't willing to stop
It would be pointless to deny that
Marching misery isn't willing to stop
How much more useless could I be?

So that everything could somehow turn out
to a satisfactory result
I should pretend
that there's no misery at all...

By the eyes of an outsider
this situation probably looks hopeless,
but I see it by a different view

I see some beauty in showing weakness
when the misery is revealed
The real ugliness are those ideals of flawlessness,
but it would be beautiful

to break them