Cactus

I'm sorry,
I couldn't even take care of a cactus properly,
The water I gave it overflowed.
 

I'm sorry,
Even if I realize it now, things can't go back to how they were,
All I can do is apologize.
 

I thought all it took was giving it water,
But if I took that too literally, it ended up like this.
No one ever told me love needs balance.
 

The love that drowned and withered by the window,
Was it wrong?
I just wanted to see the flowers bloom,
I thought I was doing the right thing.
I simply tried to nurture it in my own way,
I simply poured my love in my own way.
 

I'm sorry,
I pretended I was fine, acting like it had nothing to do with me,
When unnecessary confidence overflowed.
 

I never thought it would change this much,
In my head, the one that fits my own convenience,
I never could have understood.
 

How could I have thought it was fine to be selfish?
When I finally wanted to resolve it,
The research I did made me feel sad.
 

The love that drowned and withered by the window,
Did it teach me something?
Without realizing it, we were drifting apart,
The way to nurture love.
I simply wanted to see your happy face,
I simply poured my love only into you.
 

If the flowers bloom, will my love be rewarded?
I want to turn my stubbornness, unable to give up,
Into strength of heart.
 

The love that drowned and withered by the window,
Wasn't wrong.
Even if I knew what the right balance was,
Love didn’t stop.
 

I will never let the withered cactus be in vain,
One day, one day, I will make my love’s flowers bloom.
 

Kittens

There's a kitten on your knees curled up in a ball
Sleeping and silently crying
 

Kittens, don't cry, and people, don't cry either:
Everyone survived - everything was different!
Kittens, don't cry, and people, don't cry either:
Everyone survived - everything was different!
 

There's a dead bird in its paws
Evil fate, short straw
 

Kittens, don't cry, and people, don't cry either:
Everyone was satisfied - everything was different!
Kittens, don't cry, and people, don't cry either:
Everyone was satisfied - everything was different!
 

There's a certificate in my hand, what does it mean?
I have AIDS, such a misfortune!
 

But I don't cry, and you don't cry either:
Everything was different, everything will be different
No, I don't cry, and you don't cry either:
Everything was different, everything will be different...
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
 

It's Life

She sang to me, 'It's life'
I can remember it, I was little then
Oh, I was a simple little boy
I only could remember her voice, her melody
 

It's like this, it's like that
It's goes high and low
It goes up, it goes down
And around, and around
And what goes around comes around
This is me, here is me
Singing one, two, three
 

It's li-li-li-li, life
It's li-li-li-li, life
Yes, It's li-li-li-li, life
Li-li-li-li
Li-li-li-li, life
 

It's life, and what a miracle
Sometimes in love, sometimes miserable
And I hear yet my mother's voice inside of me
Her voice, her melody
 

It's like this, it's like that
It's goes high and low
It goes up, it goes down
And around, and around
And what goes around comes around
This is me, here is me
Singing one, two, three
 

It's li-li-li-li, life
It's li-li-li-li, life
Yes, It's li-li-li-li, life
Li-li-li-li
Li-li-li-li, life
 

It's li-li-li-li, life
It's li-li-li-li, life
Yes, It's li-li-li-li, life
Li-li-li-li
Li-li-li-li, life
 

Oh, it's life
Life in white, like a rose
Life in black, time flows
Oh, this rollercoaster
And I will sing until it's over
It goes li, li-li, li-li-li
 

It's like this, it's like that
It's goes high and low
It goes up, it goes down
And around, and around
And what goes around comes around
Listen to me, oh mother
Singing one, two, three
It's life
 

A Life Just Enough

Greedy for this and that,
Before I knew it, my hands and path were both blocked,
I spill things bit by bit, then pick them up,
That’s the unstable life I live, huh?
 

I weighed important things on a scale and ordered them,
Worrying so much that I kept glancing behind,
All that followed me were feelings with no place to go,
Pretending not to see the lowered lashes of yours.
 

I’m doing fine, in my own way,
I’m already tired of listening to the feel-good songs I learned from someone,
Adding more sacrifices, facing forward,
Mistaking that one day a bright wind will blow.
I’m neither an adult nor a child,
Stuck in-between, feeling like I can’t quite make it.
 

The things I don’t want to see, the things I can’t see,
I thought I had properly separated them,
But they inevitably sneak in,
Into the every day of my future self.
 

A washing machine that gets ignored for days,
Peeking into the trash can and comparing myself,
The door to the entrance grows heavier day by day,
And I feel like the ideal version of myself is slipping further away.
 

I want to cherish all the important things,
Even though I’ve never cherished anything until now, is that selfish?
I want to hold it all in my hands and never let go.
 

It’s not particularly painful,
I’m not trying to throw my life away,
But still, something’s missing.
 

I waste time worrying, and it’s a loss,
I get depressed like a fool,
In the darkness, I desperately search, search, search.
 

I’ll manage, in my own way,
Maybe I’ll listen to some feel-good songs someone taught me,
I have to cherish all the important things.
 

Even while stuffing my cheeks full,
I’ll swallow each thing slowly, one by one.
 

The shining future is still invisible,
But that’s why, I’ll keep going.