That day, the flowers were set, I was transparent
\My sobbing voice dyed the classroom a light blue grey
Like a charade, it was no one’s personal concern
If that’s the case, let me tell you
\You were the killers

After easily scattering shots of words like a hail of bullets
Things like tears and regret
Isn’t that convenient?
I don’t need an apology
I wish to meet you in hell
I’ll kindly welcome you with the face of scorn you all showed me

Unknowingly, the idle gossips pile up. I was pitiful
Don’t turn things like the result of the flower girl’s sin into a farce
Like the work of forgery, everyone is an accomplice
The main perpetrator smears lies
And lives carefree today as well
You are the only one I won’t forgive

Putting up a front of justice and using it to back up your exclusion
I’m sure that felt good
That justice took a life
How’s the taste of experience?
How’s the cutting edge of false accusations?
Realizing the mistake, do you shiver?
Bite down on the taste of living hell
Wise teachings conferred by the bluebird
Things like reason, punishment, and love
What use do they have? In this sorry state

Wasting away endlessly and forgetting
It tramples down during one’s life and even after death
Not learning and then repeating
Life was a pleasure
I remembered your faces
Let’s chant a curse that won’t miss
Let’s make sure you will fall to hell
That will be the least of my revenge
Until then, I wish you well. See you again