Yorushika - That's Why I Gave Up on Music (Moonlight)

Music, Lyrics, Arrangement: n-buna
Vocal: suis

Music Video Created by Popurika, Magotsuki

1st Full Album "That's Why I Gave Up on Music"
On sale April 10, 2019 (Wednesday), now taking pre-orders
http://yorushika.com

Track listing:
01 8/31
02 Deep Indigo
03 August, A Certain Person, Moonlight
04 Songwriting and Coffee
05 7/13
06 Let's Dance
07 In June, I Write About the Town After the Rain
08 In May, From the Emerald-Green Window
09 False Night
10 5/6
11 Parade
12 Elma
13 4/10
14 That's Why I Gave Up on Music

14 tracks total

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Lyrics

I’ve thought about it, but I still don’t understand
Under the blue sky, I waited for you
On that breezy afternoon, my imagination escaped the confines of the day
Hey, where do I go from here?
No one has told me how to proceed
I looked into your eyes and without a word I walked away

I’ve thought about it, but I still don’t understand
Youth is so boring
I tried to give up piano, but I can’t break the habit of playing on my desk[*]
Hey, what will I do in the future?
It shouldn’t be music, right?
Don’t worry

Even if I plucked a single string in my heart
No matter what I did, it wouldn’t disappear, even now, so
Hey, I still remember

I’m mistaken
I don’t understand, I don’t care
About all you humans or the truth or love or the world or pain or life
Wanting to know what’s right or wrong is just a self-preservation instinct
It’s your fault that I thought that

I’ve thought about it, but I still don’t understand why I truly don’t want to get older
Just thinking “Someday I’m going to die” makes my chest feel hollow
“What will I do in the future?”
When I grew up I understood
That I’m not going to do anything at all

How do I explain why I hate people who put on happy faces?
It’s an inferiority complex haunting my unsatisfied mind like a ghost

I’m not mistaken
Hey, with all your differences, you all are human
When you don’t have love or salvation or kindness or a foundation, it feels bad
Feeling pain at something like a love song is a self-preservation instinct
Do I really not care? It’s your fault

I’ve thought about it, but I still don’t understand
Why just living is painful
Why you can’t make a living from something like music
I don’t care if the lyrics or whatever are lazily done
I don’t care about anything

I’m probably not mistaken
I’m sure I’m not mistaken

I’m mistaken, I understand
I don’t care
About all you humans or the truth or love or salvation or kindness or life
Not being able to give the right answer is a self-preservation instinct
I don’t care, it’s your fault

Even I had faith in something once
Now the feeling is nothing but garbage
I wrote to you so many times
I didn’t care about whether I’d be rich and famous
It’s true, it’s really true, that’s how it was back then

That’s why I gave up on music

Notes:

[*] i.e. tapping his fingers on his desk as if playing piano.

Translation by EJ/bluepenguin