Hate

A town where positive interests* become impure,
The last thread was cut calmly too
Even your words of several minutes ago
The speckled pattern dissolves and spreads

Even if I’m said to "be dirty"
My chest is not so weak as to ache
Desire powerfully overtakes
The charisma of the evil in the world is unrivaled

I walk a thorny path with my shoes on
I can’t say the true intention of the back of a mask

I am a crybaby, shaking in the darkness
Ah, why? I can’t shout for love
Listen, listen, my voice is weaker than everyone else’s
Ah, why?
It always passes and repeats

I can’t talk to anyone, I can’t show anyone
Will my last moment be alone too?

I am a crybaby shaking in darkness
Ah, why? I can’t shout for love
Listen, listen, my voice is weaker than everyone else’s
Ah, why?
It always passes and repeats

An irritating monologue repeats itself
** Ah, you broke the sadness
The feelings that I threw away arose* on my chest and
Ah, a pretty flower is opened and scattered


* It means breath too ( basically a town where good things become impure)
**He actually means questioning yourself all the time (repeats) but wording it, I used 'monologue'

I said 'arose', but the word is like "buds" (like a flower), which is why he says about the flower being opened afterwards.