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ๆญŒใซๅˆใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่จณใ—ใพใ—ใŸใฎใงใ€ๆธฉใ‹ใ„็›ฎใง่ฆ‹ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€‚่ชฌๆ˜Žๆฌ„ใฎไธ‹ใซๆญŒ่ฉžใจๅฎŒๅ…จใซๅ€‹ไบบ็š„ใช่€ƒๅฏŸใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚
ใ”ๆœฌๅฎถๆง˜ใฎPVใŒๆš—ใใฆๅ€‹ไบบ็š„ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใซใใ„้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ•ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚
๏ผŠI translated it to match the song, so please look at it with a kind eye.
๏ผŠI’ve written the lyrics and my completely personal thoughts below the description.
๏ผŠThe original PV is dark and some parts are hard to see, so I’ve personally increased the brightness.

ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅƒ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ“ใ‚“ใช้ขจใซๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰็”Ÿๆดปใ—ใฆใพใ™ใ€‚
ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆญŒใซใ—ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใฃใฆๆœ‰้›ฃใ†ๅพกๅบงใ„ใพใ™ใ€HYDEใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚

๏ผŠโ‹†โ”ˆโŠฐ ใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒณใƒˆใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใซใใ„ใฎใซใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใงๆญคๆ–นใซๆญŒ่ฉžใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใฆใŠใใพใ™ โŠฑโ”ˆโ‹†๏ผŠ

๏ธŽโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ๏ธŽ

To where can I go, I’m serious, Distressed and unwell, oblivious
ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ„ใ„๏ผŸๆœฌๆฐ—ใงๆ‚ฉใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅฟƒใ‚‚่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚ใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใงใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆ

Wherever I wander, I feel that I don’t fit in
ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซ่กŒใฃใŸใฃใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒใชใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ 

The foods that have spoiled, I throw away
่…ใฃใฆ้ฃŸในใ‚ŒใชใใชใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฏ็›ดใๆจใฆใกใ‚ƒใ†ใญ

Before they extend, eliminate
ๆ‚ชๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซใ€ใฉใ‚“ใฉใ‚“็‰‡ไป˜ใ‘ใฆ

Wherever I wander, I feel like a misfit
ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ ใ‘ๆตฎใ„ใฆใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ 

I will choose to shine like the stara adove
ๆ˜Ÿใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ผใ้“ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใฏ้ธใถใ‚“ใ 

And climb so much higher if I feel loved
ๆ„›ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใชใฃใฆๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใชใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฃใจ้ซ˜ใ้ฃ›ในใ‚‹ใฏใšใชใฎใซ

That’s all I want
ใใ‚ŒใŒๅƒ•ใฎใŸใฃใŸใฒใจใคใฎ้ก˜ใ„ใชใ‚“ใ 

I may be somewhat unique Yet still, I can flourish if I feel loved
ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆ„›ใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ‚‚ใฃใจ่ผใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ

But why do you laugh?
ใใ‚Œใชใฎใซไฝ•ใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใฎ๏ผŸ

The words that you cast and criticize, The lies that I craft to minimize
ๅ›ใŒๆŠ•ใ’ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅฟƒ็„กใ„่จ€่‘‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ่‹ฆใ—ใฟใ‚’้š ใ™็‚บใซๅใๅฐใ•ใชๅ˜˜

The pain of revealing the essence of who I am
ๅƒ•ใฎๆœฌๆ€งใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†็—›ใฟใ‚’้š ใ™็‚บใซ

So please don’t inspect or analyze, The lies that protect and stabilize
ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๆทฑๆŽ˜ใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใงใ€ใ“ใฎๅ˜˜ใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅฎˆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ 

The pain of revealing the nature of my heart
ๅฟƒใฎๅฅฅใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹่‹ฆใ—ใฟใ‚’ๅ’Œใ‚‰ใ’ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซใญ

I will choose to shine like the stara adove
ๆ˜Ÿใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ผใ้“ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใฏ้ธใถใ‚“ใ 

And climb so much higher if I feel loved
ๆ„›ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใชใฃใฆๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใชใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฃใจ้ซ˜ใ้ฃ›ในใ‚‹ใฏใšใชใฎใซ

That’s all I want
ใใ‚ŒใŒๅƒ•ใฎใŸใฃใŸใฒใจใคใฎ้ก˜ใ„ใชใ‚“ใ 

I may be somewhat unique Yet still, I can flourish if I feel loved
ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆ„›ใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ‚‚ใฃใจ่ผใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ

But why do you laugh?
ใใ‚Œใชใฎใซไฝ•ใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸ

Still laughing
ใพใ ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‹

Don’t laugh at me, Somebody stop them
ๅƒ•ใ‚’็ฌ‘ใ†ใชใ€่ชฐใ‹ใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ„ใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œ

Somebody restrain me
ไฟบใŒๅฃŠใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ๅ‰ใซ่ชฐใ‹ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œ

Still laughing
ใพใ ไฟบใ‚’็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‹

Still laughing
ไฟบใ‚’็ฌ‘ใ„็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใช

Don’t inspect or analyze, Don’t inspect or scrutinize
ไฟบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚Š่ฉฎ็ดขใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ€ไฟบใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๆทฑๆŽ˜ใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œ

Still laughing…
ใพใ ไฟบใ‚’็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‹

Still laughing…
ใพใ ไฟบใ‚’็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅฃฐใŒ้Ÿฟใ„ใฆใ‚‹

Still laughing…
ใพใ ไฟบใ‚’็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅฃฐใŒใ™ใ‚‹

Still laughing…
ใพใ ไฟบใ‚’็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹

๏ธŽโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ๏ธŽ

๏ผŠโ‹†โ”ˆโŠฐ ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๅ€‹ไบบ็š„ใช่€ƒๅฏŸใงใ™ / It’s a completely personal opinion โŠฑโ”ˆโ‹†๏ผŠ

๏ธŽโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ๏ธŽ

่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅคฑใ„ใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒใชใ„ใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ๅญค็‹ฌใชๅฟƒๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚
ๅฝผใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‚่ชฐใจใ‚‚้ฆดๆŸ“ใ‚€ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใšใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ ใ‘ใŒๆตฎใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅง‹ใ‚ใพใ™ใ€‚
่…ใฃใฆ้ฃŸในใ‚ŒใชใใชใฃใŸ้ฃŸใน็‰ฉใ‚’ๆจใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚„ไธๅฎ‰ใ‚„่ค‡้›‘ใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’็‰‡ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ—ใพใ„ใŸใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚่งฃๆฑบใ—ใชใ„ใจ็„กๆฐ—ๅŠ›ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚
ๅฝผใฏๆ„›ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใ€่ชฐใ‹ใซๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจๅผทใ„้ก˜ใ„ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅฝผใซใจใฃใฆใฏใใ‚ŒใŒๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๆœ›ใฟใงใ™ใ€‚
ใ ใ‘ใฉใใ‚“ใชๅฝผใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใจใฏ่ฃ่…นใซใ€ๅ‘จใ‚Šใฎไบบ้”ใฏๅฝผใ‚’็ฌ‘ใ„ๆ™‚ใซใฏๆ‰นๅˆคใ—ใ€ๅฝผใฎๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๅงฟใ‚’่ชฐใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ใ—็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‰ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚
ใใ‚“ใชไบบ้”ใฎๆ…‹ๅบฆใŒๅฝผใ‚’่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใฆใ„ใใพใ™ใ€‚
ๅฝผใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซๅ˜˜ใ‚’ไป˜ใใ€ๅฟƒใฎๅฅฅๅบ•ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฟƒใฎ็—›ใฟใ‚’้š ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚
ใใฎๅ˜˜ใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใฎๆ–นๆณ•ใงใ™ใŒใ€ๅฟƒใฎไธญใงใฏใ€ๆ„›ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใ€็†่งฃใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‘ใจใ„ใ†ๅผทใ„ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅถใ‚ใชใ„็พๅฎŸใซ่‹ฆใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚
ๅ‘จใ‚Šใฎไบบ้”ใŒๅฝผใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใง็ฌ‘ใ„็ถšใ‘ใ€ใใฎ็ตๆžœๅฝผใฎ่‹ฆใ—ใฟใฏ้™็•Œใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใ€ใคใ„ใซๅฝผใฎๅฟƒใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ใŒๅฃŠใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚
่ชฐใ‹ใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจ้ก˜ใ„ใพใ™ใŒใ€ๅฝผใฎๅฟƒใซใฏใ‚‚ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใŒๅฑŠใ„ใฆใชใ„ใจ็งใฏๆ„Ÿใ˜ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚
ใใ—ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸไบบ้”ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‚็ฌ‘ใ„็ถšใ‘็‹‚ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใจ็งใฏๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅ€‹ไบบ็š„ใซใ“ใฎๆ›ฒใฎๆญŒ่ฉžใฏใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒใ€ๆ„›ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใ€็†่งฃใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‘ใจ้ก˜ใ„ใพใ™ใŒ็พๅฎŸใฏใใ†ใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฎๅฟƒใฎ่‹ฆใ—ใฟใ‚„่‹ฆๆ‚ฉใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๆททใ–ใฃใŸ่ค‡้›‘ใชไบบ้–“ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’่กจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใจ็งใฏๆ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

The film depicts the lonely feelings of a man who has lost sight of himself and feels that he has no place anywhere.
Wherever he goes, he cannot fit in with anyone and begins to feel like he is the only one who stands out.
Just like throwing away rotten food that is no longer edible, he wants to get rid of his feelings, anxieties, and complicated emotions, but when that doesn’t solve anything, he becomes apathetic.
He has a strong desire to be loved and accepted by someone, and for him, that is his only hope.
But contrary to his feelings, the people around him laugh at him and sometimes criticize him, and no one tries to see or even understand the real him.
The attitudes of such people drive him into a corner.
He lies to protect himself and hides the pain deep inside his heart.
The lies are a way to protect himself, but deep down inside he has a strong desire to be loved and understood, and he suffers from the reality that this is not being fulfilled.
The people around him continue to laugh at him without even trying to understand him, and as a result, his pain exceeds his limits, and finally his heart and everything else breaks.
He wishes someone would stop him, but I got the feeling that his words no longer reached his heart.
And just like the people who were laughing at him, I think he continued laughing and went crazy.

Personally, I think the lyrics of this song express the complex human emotions of everyone wanting to be loved and understood, but that in reality this is not always the case, the pain and anguish of finding your place in the world, and a mixture of many different feelings.

๏ธŽโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ๏ธŽ

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