Q&A - T-POCKET

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Upload Date: 09/26/12
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: T-POCKET
Movie: ノザキ - Nozaki

Q&A

Honestly, I don't have a reason
To want to be on good terms with someone like them,
But I kindly wave. I'm whirling about.
I mean, being hated gets on my nerves.

I can't say it very well, but though I'm not
Close to such a thing, I'm not far away either.
I can't say it very well, but I can't say that
Not being able to say that such a thing is good
Is bad, can I?

I can't convey it with words.
I take it that it was what is called me,
And take up however much time;
Might I get to understand it?

Is it okay if I don't get to understand it...?

I wasn't too energetic,
But I tried a smile for the time being.
Being treated kindly is fine,
But, I mean, being sympathized is uncool.

I can't say it very well, but though
Such a thing is not 0 nor 10,
I can't say it very well, but though
Such a thing isn't the best, it's
No mistake, right?

I can't convey it with words.
I take it that it was what is called love;
Even as an idiot like me,
Is it a thing I understand as that, I wonder?

If I'm pretending to get it, I can continue, but...?

There were also things that got tangled up
With the things I said inconsiderately.
There were also things said to be of my
Distaste via things I keep in mind.

It's such a drag,
But it can't be helped.

I can't convey it with words.
What's called people is a mysterious thing.
I take up however much time,
And might I be able to go on loving that?

I can't convey it with words.
If I take it that what's called you exists,
Even as an idiot like me,
I wonder, is it a thing I can go on understanding?

I wonder, is it okay if I don't understand it?
I wonder, what is everyone doing?

エゴロジスト - T-POCKET

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Upload Date: 10/15/10
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: T-POCKET
Illustrator: 色炉 - Iroro

Egologist

Oh well, it's VERY, VERY GOOD.
Easy words are great.
I don't hate it, but after 10 years, it could be that I'm forgetting.

A luscious joke is love.
Feeling it is the deed.
If I put it into song, it'd be lovely to a degree, but...

A game of life like it dyes utter strangers scarlet.
Spinning 'round and 'round, "from the beginning."
Even the squares left undone are many, but for now I will
Prepare here for tomorrow and rest.

Since the happiness, dreams I drew in a picture would be
Eaten by goats and Mr. Tapir anyhow, we will eat them.

I try imagining it a bit.
The old guys who I often see around home
Are fastened to the life or death of humanity; if they didn't know about even an unrivaled
HERO, they'd go about avoiding stinking B.O.

Even talking about pipe dream bots, it's futile.
The logs only piled up.
Obscene delusions, I don't hate them; even being seen this way,
The clock of lustful LOVE is ringing.

Exposing my body that will eventually go to die, I dance.
I'll jump into the fray; erase me without saving an unmasking.
Not receiving a round flower of "well done"
Is fine, is that so? As if.
If the living's pretexts didn't pass, then sorry. Bye-bye. Bye.

I did consider it the way that it is,
But well, who is it that I am right now?

What to do about egoistic us shouting 'bout ecology.
The only thing that goes 'round and 'round is money.
That if they ate a good cuisine for three days, a gourmet snob would "get tired of it"?
Despite being happy if they eat enough weeds.
Hey? Helpless People of Japan.