Utakata (en inglés)

Utakata
Ah, this wonderful world,
I hate it from the bottom of my heart,
Ah, if I’m to savor this time,
What is the meaning of my existence?
If my voice is reaching you,
If you’re listening to my voice,
I have just one thing I want to say,
So don’t say such sad things,
Happiness that anyone would wish for,
like a sullied, clear and sunny midday,

Why are people beautiful? Why are they ugly?
What dwells in my heart is,
that I now exist within that answer, and one day, yeah,
I’ll try to accept it.
Ah, in this wonderful world,
I’m sacrificing everything,
Ah, if it’ll keep on scattering transiently,
Let’s celebrate the fact that we happened to be born,
I’m a fool who indulged in illusions,
Though I should’ve known from the start,
Everyday my heart was trembling in fear,
I don’t even hesitate to cast aside and desert the dream I’d obstinately sworn to,
Can you even say I was living?
Why do people shine? Why do they experience loss?
A fleeting moment,
So now this limited hope we should be pleased with,
Shall we accept it?
Why are people beautiful? Why are they ugly?
What dwells in my heart is,
that I now exist within that answer, and one day, yeah,
I’ll try to accept it.
Why do people shine? Why do they experience loss?
A fleeting moment,
So now this limited hope we should be pleased with,
Shall we accept it?