What does it mean to be alive?
And what is death?
They’re both obvious things but no one has ever seen them
I just can’t swallow the unnatural words
That some important people say as true

Assassins, clergymen, ruffians, boxers
Disliked people, well-loved people, and us looking at them from the side
Victims, culprits, and the people who judged them
All of us were the same when we were born

Behind someone’s sacrifice lies someone’s happiness
In the name of justice someone acts out retaliation
We’re animals that cannot go forward without hating each other
If you held the gun in your hands, hey, what would you do?

To be quite honest, no matter how much I roam this city
I can’t find out what “being right” is
I want to see the answer inside your eyes
“Hey, let’s talk”

Ah, if these eyelids should never open again
I wonder if these feelings would disappear as well
“I want to feel love”
But it’s always invisible to the eye, so
Freesia
So I...
Everyone’s scared of hurting
We know it, yet someone’s crying in the shadow of someone’s laughter
We don’t even understand ourselves
So isn’t “let’s be considerate of others’ feelings” ironic?

“You are yourself”
That’s the only answer
What’s more important than that?

Love, dreams, kindness and justice
I looked for them in you, you looked for them in me
“Hey, let’s talk”

Ah, if these eyelids should never open again
I wonder if I would know the answer then
“A loveless age”
But we live and look for it exactly because it’s invisible to our eyes
Freesia
That answer