Nothing It Must Be 何處惹塵埃

Reality has never been too turbulent.

Fate is still too impulsive.

Every bit of bitterness sacrifices a thousand dreams.

The pursuit of fleeting happiness somehow turned me into an addict.

The past, though it has passed, I’ve seen enough of the future.

The world has become perverse and crossed the line, seeing through insights.

Some sounds, a bunch of kites, a heap of sand,

Three bunches of flowers, three cigarettes, three blades of grass, three specks of dust.

Can continue singing in the wind, amidst madness.

Therefore, exhausting all emptiness, without hindrance and without regret.

Humans love to fantasize, continuing to wait for beautiful dreams, away from the mundane world.

Grasping tightly with both hands, controlling a lifetime.

Understanding shattered mirrors and flowers, resenting who the universe blames, even the wild times didn’t ask.

Woo～

Humans love creating wounds, striving to suppress deep sorrow.

We should have eradicated the excess darkness in beings long ago.

The time has come, understood, no matter how much hardship and fate,

Forget how to live as we originally should.

The end, perhaps, is too easy.

The huge waves never caused a thrill.

Today's today feels like a wrong step.

At the moment of the firmament, a new star flashes, radiation explodes, it’s a dead end.

The past, though it has passed, I’ve seen enough of the future.

The world has become perverse and crossed the line, seeing through insights.

A thousand seeds, a thousand monk’s robes, a thousand paintings,

A billion-dollar fortune, a billion glasses of orange juice, a billion saplings.

Can continue singing in the wind, amidst madness.

Therefore, exhausting all emptiness, without hindrance and without regret.

Humans love to fantasize, continuing to wait for beautiful dreams, away from the mundane world.

Grasping tightly with both hands, controlling a lifetime.

Understanding shattered mirrors and flowers, resenting who the universe blames, even the wild times didn’t ask.

Woo～

Humans love creating wounds, striving to suppress deep sorrow.

We should have eradicated the excess darkness in beings long ago.

The time has come, understood, no matter how much hardship and fate,

Forget how to live as we originally should.

Never had an ideal, slept through the footprints of the world.

In the sky, shattered meaning, holding a funeral for consciousness.

Never right, never wrong, never more, planting hate in the karma of cause and effect.

Forget to remember how to kill the gods.