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Based on Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis, a book some of you may have read in school. It's pretty much on the same level of depression as Osamu Dazai's No Longer Human.
Lyrics are by cotton, who also did Villainous Self Riser!! Please give her a subscribe, she's so good at what she does. I love these lyrics to bits and pieces. I might have changed somethings here and there though ahah,,
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▪︎ Original: n-buna https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-cQ97A0OPM
▪︎ Singing and mix: rachie (hi!!!)
▪︎ Lyrics: cotton (https://www.youtube.com/user/fullxmetalxgir)
(I'm assuming translation ref is mostly Dareka no Wonderland? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbeWbFoKKdU)
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✻ Lyrics ✻ (belongs to cotton, credit her please)
Though my heart is full of things I want to say to you,
I never seem to find the words, so please forgive me
When I woke up, I’d become a bug,
But I’m sure that’s a story you’ve heard quite enough
We’re a bit short on time, so I’ll have to try
To send a letter in the mail, but will it reach you?
Though there’s nothing good about today
I’ll board the first train and be on my way
Though I know I have to learn to walk before I run,
My legs just don’t appear to work, so please forgive me
The abelia’s are blooming bright,
Gazing down on the town sleeping tight
On the windowpane there was a tiny basking bug
And though I could have set it free, instead I crushed it
The summer breathes a gentle breeze
Over the white flowers swaying lovely
In the books that I’ve read,
Nothing felt quite like this
Days we cherish and miss
Someone fumbled with life
And pretended to die
We go along, singing a song, singing a song
To hear what our hearts have to tell
So might as well, oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Grow roses for more than their smell
You go along, so long, so long, so long, so long
You’ve wandered off so far away
And as I try to put these quaking words to pen,
I've run out of space to write again
One morning I awoke and was surprised to find
That my legs had multiplied while I was sleeping
It seemed I had become a bug
But I’m sure that’s a story you’ve heard quite enough
Since I had no family my form could frighten, I
Looked down upon the town as it was dreaming
The summer breathes a gentle breeze
You were always just as gentle with me
In time you may find
Humans lead such hateful lives
If I give up humanity,
Could I see you again, and would you smile at me?
I’ve always known,
Alone, alone, alone, alone
That I would end up on my own
But I will still
I will, I will, I will, I will,
Watch over the flowers until
I hear your song
So long, so long, so long, so long!
You might never sing it again
And as I try to put these quaking words to pen,
I've run out of time to write again
Ah, I knew, I knew
That not a single word I wrote was true
‘Cause there’s no way that I could turn into an insect,
And there’s no way you’ll ever read the letter that I sent
Ah, I knew, I knew
That there’s a price you have to pay to make your dreams come true
I knew it all along…
And even now, I grasp your letter in my hand
As if it’s the last thing I have
The words you wrote, the words I’ve always held so close
Are distant and fading like smoke
You went along, singing your song, singing your song
To hear what my heart had to tell
I haven’t told you yet the words I put to pen,
And once again
We go along, singing a song, singing a song
To hear what our hearts have to tell
So might as well, oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Grow roses for more than their smell
You go along, so long, so long, so long, so long
You’ve gone to live so far away
And as I try to put these quaking words to pen,
I've run out of time to write again
I've run out of space to write again
Though my heart is full of things I want to say to you,
I never seem to find the words, so please forgive me
When I woke up, I’d become a bug,
That’s the plot of the song that I’ve sung