A flower's life is fleeting
Its petals will fall tonight
Its destiny is to bring color to the era
And then perish nobly
There are no do-overs
We are players bound by restrictions
What should the next move be?
The future only becomes more warped as I struggle
In its final moments
It will surely shine vividly
That's the mechanism of life, isn't it?
I'm not an ornament; this isn't a game
Beyond defeat there is only destruction
My tears dried up completely at some point as I stood atop the sacrifices
And so I stand on this small stage as a puppet
And dance beautifully when they pull my strings
I've decided that someday I'll break out of this dilemma
I've hidden my trump card
Though I may bear
Countless sorrows on my shoulders
I will pretend not to hear
My mechanical heart
Even if my body screamed out
And I became unable to move
I couldn't just give up
This isn't a game, I'm definitely not playing
I'll tear the future open with my own hands
There's value in the challenge of this game in which we bet our lives
I won't be satisfied by guests
With good manners and inquisitive expressions
The pre-established harmony is over
When you're caught off-guard, I'll show you how serious I am
Even if my day-to-day life is pointless
I want to keep living
That's the mechanism of life, isn't it?
I'm not an ornament; this isn't a game
Beyond defeat there is only destruction
My tears dried up completely at some point as I stood atop the sacrifices
And so I stand on this small stage as a puppet
And dance beautifully when they pull my strings
I've decided that someday I'll break out of this dilemma
I've hidden my trump card