In Japanese, the number 334 can be pronounced as samishii, which means "lonely".
Upload Date: 01/22/12
Vocals: Gumi extend whisper
Composer: こなたP - KonataP
Movie: ぴちょこ - Pichoko
Guitar Soloist: ともはち - Tomohachi
Author's Comments
"Distrust of humans-- Doctrine of solitude-- Escapism-- Owow.
Pessimistic-- Negative-- Passive-- Owow.
The coming day-- The coming day-- Agony agony agony agony."
The Enemy of 334 People
Yes, it's already the end. Cry as I may, it's useless.
I was loathed. Surely it is THAT.
So then, I will decide to kill the face that I picked
At my own discretion.
Besides,
"Maybe the worst thing about being all alone is being see-through?"
If I spat that out,
Assuming that something like love had bloomed there,
It might just wither.
The one who's breaking is my person; the one who's bad is your person.
If I sorrowfully cry, I'll drown alone.
I'm not calling. I'm not listening. Only by hating,
I'm not crying. There's no love. Only by growing distant,
If you don't look at both the start and the end, I'll only sleep alone.
I'm not interested. I don't believe. Anyhow, if I vanish,
It's too late, was ages ago. So long as I've got a reason to live,
I don't feel. Even my brain itself just rots away. I only talk alone.
"Sigh, I'm so tired." The words I sighed
Float in the air and gently collect.
I might've gotten used to the concept of
Never doing anything.
And so, lamenting that I've got no talent nor love,
Surely envying all the pretense,
I might grow to want to vanish each time
A relationship is crumbling away.
There's nothing to be done about what I lost, and I don't feel like recovering it;
I am still rusting away alone here.
Is there any compensation for my today that I kept alive till death?
To say that I had been tormented may have been a delusion.
Whirling up with misunderstandings, it's just like riches buried within dirt.
Can the nature of me that became ash be regained?
So long as it's diminishing roots, will it forsake me?
Being cornered, I began to feel that it was my own fault.
I had forgotten it all up until now.
Merely becoming alone, I noticed.
It's dark.
I'm not calling. I'm not listening. Only by hating,
I'm not crying. There's no love. Only by growing distant,
If you don't look at both the start and the end, I'll only sleep alone.
I'm not interested. I don't believe. Anyhow, if I vanish,
It's too late, was ages ago. So long as I've got a reason to live,
I don't feel. Even my brain itself just rots away. I only talk alone.
