Gilgamesh

Even if the end comes, accumulated things are left behind
Even if there is no reality, I've come to think that there is meaning in the things that I believe in

Back then I turned my back to the strange answer, calling it a lie
But I was afraid that it would disappear when I took my eyes off of it...

If musical voice reaches you, grasping ahold of your heart and moving you
Then won't you show me, who can do nothing but sing, a little smile?

When I stopped moving, I was being captivated by the repeating voice
Even so, without the courage to plug my ears
I was at a loss...always, always

Hey, just by my ingrained behaviors becoming futile
I suddenly remember the words once I've forgotten them...they strangle me

The days that have accumulated are a bunch of idiots called "lies"; I didn't notice that
Even though the words that we exchanged told that to me, one by one...

(Hey, quietly)
The loneliness and kindness that these tears have taught me
(Hey, already)
There's no one here before my eyes, in this world that has quietly stopped

If musical voice reaches you, grasping a hold of your heart and moving you
Then won't you show me, who can do nothing but sing, a little smile?