Hitchcock
Yorushika
Lyrics: n-buna
Composition: n-buna
Arrangement: n-buna
Release Date: May 9, 2018
“Why does the scent of rain make me feel nostalgic?
Why does my heart stir when summer draws near?
Why do tears fall when people laugh at me?
Should I just tell myself that it will all pay off someday?”
The word ‘goodbye’ tears right through my heart
Even now, I find myself stopping in my tracks at the sight of a fleeting sunset
“Teacher, I need some life advice.
What path should I take to make things easier?
Will you tell me that nobody really knows the answer?
Look, I certainly don’t want this suffering.
I just want to live without doing a thing.
Is it selfish of me to want to see nothing but the blue sky?”
“Why can we tell lies even when our hearts ache?
Why do the bad guys always seem to come out on top?
Why does the character for ‘happiness’ contain the symbol for ‘yen’?
Is it intentional that removing just one stroke turns it into the character for ‘pain’?”
A price tag labeled ‘Youth’ is stuck to my back
And somewhere, I’m half-expecting a suspenseful drama like a Hitchcock film “Doctor, it doesn’t really matter.
Just being alive is painful.
Neither Nietzsche nor Freud wrote about how to fill this void.
Let me just close my eyes to the scent of summer,
and trace the height of the clouds with my finger.
Is it selfish to want to see nothing but memories?”
“Stories where people die dramatically sell well, don’t they?
I’ve grown to hate how even the moment a flower falls is assigned a price.
What was your dream, Doctor?
Is it something you just forget once you become an adult?”
“Doctor, I need some life advice.
What path ahead would make things easier?
The idea that tears make you stronger—it was all just sophistry.
Ah, it’s not that I don’t care about the future; reality keeps flickering before my eyes,
and summer feels so far away.
Is it really okay like this?
Is it okay to go on living just as I am?
Will you tell me that’s something only I can know?
I just want to close my eyes to the scent of summer.
I want to let the wind blow through me forever.
Is it selfish to want to see nothing but the blue sky?”
Is it selfish to want to know only you?
