“Don’t say you want to die
Live on without giving up!
...How foolish it is to say songs with lyrics like
that are correct.

In truth, I couldn’t care a bit if I died, but I’d be
pretty sad if the people around me did
I suppose it’s some kind of ego; that goes
“because I just wouldn’t like it”

Not caring if strangers live or not,
And hating someone else just seems like some
kind of fashion now
But “Live peacefully” nevertheless?
What a wonderful thing that would be indeed...

On the other side of the screen, someone dies
Lamenting that, someone else sings
Influenced by that, a young boy
Ran off carrying a knife.

We are hated by life itself.
Pushing values and ego, as always, so very
simply we broadcast songs about
wanting to kill somebody else over radio waves.

We are hated by life itself.
We who thoughtlessly say we want to die
And look at life thoughtlessly, are hated by it.

I’ve got no money, and so throughout the day
again, I sing songs of praise to indolence
Still without grasping the meaning of life, I
come to an epiphany that it’s pointless and
take a breath.

Are these wounds really ok to be expressed
with words like “I’m lonely”
Carrying nothing but such obstinacy, today
again I sleep alone on my bed

We who were but youths at some point start to
change into young adults
Growing old, one day we rot away like fallen
leaves with not a soul in the world knowing of
our existence...

Obtaining an immortal body, and living our
whole existence without dying…
...I’m just daydreaming about these kinds of
science fiction situations

I couldn’t care a bit if I died,
But I’m wanted alive by the people around me
Living on carrying such contradictions... I think
I’ll get yelled at.

“Things that are “correct” should stay “correct””
“If you don’t want to die, then live”
If we’re going to end up sad and if that’s fine
Then you gotta laugh alone forever

We are hated by life itself.
Without even grasping the meaning of joy, we
just hate the hand life has dealt us
and merely curse our pasts.
We are hated by life itself.
We who simply like the idea of the word
“goodbye” a little too much, with no knowledge
of a true farewell, are hated by life itself.

Happiness, farewells, love and friendship;
They’re all goods that can be bought for
money… within jokes made by comical dreams.
I might just die tomorrow you know,
Everything might just end up being for naught.
Mornings and nights, spring and autumn,
Unchanging, someone dies somewhere.
I don’t need dreams or even a tomorrow,

命に嫌われている
[Inochi ni Kirawarete iru.]
(Hated by life itself.)

If you’ll have lived on then that’s all I need
Yeah... That’s actually what I want to sing
about.

Hated by life itself
In the end, we’ll die anyway
You will, I will, one day all of us will rot away
like fallen leaves
But regardless, we live on frantically--
Shouldering our lives, frantically, we live--
Killing, struggling, laughing, shouldering it all
Living, living, living, living-- just live.

- Hatsune Miku