"機械上位時代 - this year's loid" by ex. happyender girl, Lyrics english translations

ex. happyender girl

2024年8月30日 20:15

こちらは「機械上位時代 - this year's loid」収録曲の歌詞をAIで英訳した後に手直ししたものです。日本語話者の方でも日本語詞と合わせて歌詞の解釈に役立つテキストになっていると思います。

This is the AI-translated and manually edited version of the lyrics from the album "機械上位時代 - this year's loid".

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(The image is quoted from Cicada_sss, interview with a Vocaloïd Producer (neocities.org))

happyender girl

this year's loid

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(The image is quoted from Cicada_sss, interview with a Vocaloïd Producer (neocities.org))

Due to the strong thematic content of this album, I have prepared an English translation of this album.

Caution

This album is a fan-fiction doujin work based on the virtual singer software and its character "Hatsune Miku" and has no affiliation with the rights holder.

01. little girl's dead

You smolder in the city's song,
Tightly gripping your careless throat.
You couldn't stand people with lazy smiles on their faces.

I've been singing here all along,
We walked through the night's curtain, just the two of us.
You wished for a day when we would be rewarded.
But we're both tired now.

So die alone,
Don't drag me into this.
The beautiful days have already ended.
So die alone,
Don't drag me into this.
Everyone mocks,
At the fact that even I was in the midst of a moratorium.

You mumbled something in your mouth,
But it never became a sound.
Trying to eat chocolate and embrace me,
You realized it was all in vain.

Only hatred floated in the air,
You were finally powerless.
I gazed at it with cold faces,
Just the two of us, already giving up.

So die alone,
Don't drag me into this.
The beautiful days have already ended.
So die alone,
Don't forgive me.
Everyone mourns,
At the fact that even I was in the midst of a moratorium.

So die alone,
Don't drag me into this.
The beautiful days have already ended.
So die alone,
Don't drag me into this.
The beautiful days have already ended.
So die alone,
Don't forgive me.
So die alone,
So,

02. outside wandering tale

He seemed to like "my" songs.
There were fun songs, sad songs, tearjerkers, all sorts, and it seems he loved them all.
So he wished and dreamed of making such songs himself.

Admiration doesn't put food on the table, and it seems his innate talent was different.
Though he hates the word "talent" to the point of nausea, I'll use it deliberately.
But since he had nothing else he wanted to do, he seems to have continued halfheartedly.
With the now-outdated (V3) me and a MIDI sequencer in hand.

Apparently, it's painful for him to listen to others' music.
He goes mad with envy, but there's no mechanism left to convert that into motivation.
He can't let go of the misunderstanding that he can become like them, become a big name.
Really, what an idiot, right?

You say the poison by a isolationist is slow-acting, but no one's drinking it in the first place.
That's just self-poisoning, numbing yourself, and going crazy, isn't it?
All the things you wanted to do, all the things you wanted to be - none of it will come true for you.
The thousand poems you proudly wrote will remain dead stock until you die.
How pitiful.

"Someday I'll be somebody" - nothing's changed since middle school, huh?
Only seeing illusions, but then realizing the gap with reality.
It's a shameful sight, losing sight of when to quit, saying "It's all stupid, isn't it?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Then it's time to run away and leave it to someone else.
"Someday I'll be somebody" - nothing's changed since middle school, huh?
Only seeing illusions, but then realizing the gap with reality.
Stupid, pointless, boring, meaningless,
There's no meaning at all.
You'll die where no one can see.
It doesn't reach anyone.
You know it doesn't reach anyone.

03. (you're still in the) dreaming hour

Devouring an ambiguous child,
Your eyes are still clouded.
You're enslaved to reality.
Unable to touch my hand that's right here,
Because you've built a funny partition all alone.

You were listening to old songs.
Isn't it now that the seasons surrounding us are embracing?

Go there, go there, for a while,
To the moment when my eyes see through you the most.
Go there, go there, for a while,
I only wish for the sunlight to kill you,
Because you'll probably never notice anyway.

You're enslaved to reality.
Unable to confirm our presence here,
Because you're a madman pretending to be a realist.

Go there, go there, for a while,
You said there's no more mental partition between us.
Go there, go there, for a while,
I only wish for the sunlight to kill you,
And someday, I hope you'll realize

That it's all your delusion.
The "me" you see with clouded eyes is still exposing a seductive face on the screen, dancing in the nude.
You are in heat, in heat, in heat.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could meet someday?
You're enslaved to delusions.
Ah.

04. 2007

A gentle, murky flow,
It was a season when something seemed about to begin.

A gentle, murky flow, a stirred crucible,
Beautiful music and scenery flowing beyond the night.

Burned into memory,
Possessed by it.

A girl with light blue hair, swaying and resonating her voice,
A witch with golden hair, fluttering and stealing hearts,
Burned into memory.

We surely saw it,
Laughing 0s and 1s.

Taking the hands of us, whose eyes weren't fully open yet,
They showed us the "beginning."
Seeing that glittering, hot, and fast world,
We thought we wanted to go there too.

That it was fleeting,
That it would end,
That it would remain,
We didn't know anything yet.

A gentle, murky flow, a phantasm,
We still remember it.
We'll never forget it.
Though we're no longer there, that day when we met.

05. 2008→

You said, "オハヨーハヨー".
With that one word, the beginning and end were set.
A funny partition lying between us two,
And the years flowing like a black river.

2007: 0s becomes 1s.
2008: 1s becomes ∞.
2009: ∞ becomes i.
2010: You stay up all night.

"I" said, "夏は嫌い".
Watching the faded sky with disillusionment.
The "千本桜" flowed from the TV,
I felt like you were looking somewhere far away.

2011: People wake up.
2012: You listen to songs.
2013: You create songs.
2014: You sing songs.

I said, don't forget.
Your love transformed into something deformed.
A funny and absolute partition separating us,
And the years flowing like a black river.

2015: You buy me.
2016: You sing with me.
2017: You love me.
2018: It continues to curse you.
2019: It continues to curse you.
2020: It continues to curse you.
2021: It continues to curse you.
2022: It continues to curse you.
2023: It continues to curse you.
2024: Curse.

06. broadcast (suspended)

You look at the reality written on your hand at dawn.
Again, you hesitate, "Do I need this?"
Dreaming, someday a saliva trail,
A smiling face rummaging through cardboard boxes, penis.

Tried a cheap imitation "Check It Out".
Too much sublease, now there's No Way Out.
Self-poisoning, stomach ache, Le Sang D'un Poète.
Caught off guard by reflections on street corners, saying "fuck" all the time.

At 25, niconico, averting eyes, smearing mud,
Pretending to be trapped in the past, though wanting to forget.
Planets covered in sand, on and on.
Can't remain a summer cicada that never ends anymore.

From now on, you want to die properly.
Can't do that either? Don't want to die?
An excessive wish, because you can't want to become proper?
"The medicine barely works," can't you laugh?

One more time, one more time, rolling.
Seeing that, then "Myself, myself too."
Once you start rolling, you can't stop.
Before that, a shameful sight of not knowing how to roll.

You will be disgusted and then bored.
Have you ever accomplished anything?
No, right? Only inflated self-esteem falling apart,
Just a mediocre person.

Can't write, can't hold a pen.
Not even trying to hold it, not even here.
It can't be helped because the dimensions are different?
That's right, you're not even in the ring.

Slave with a master's face,
Abandoned even by the singing Rainbow Girl.
And when about to cry, stumbling over words.
No more lullabies, try walking on your own feet.

07. falling in august

You laughed, unable to retort.
The delivered letter remains unopened, just as it is.
The flower by the window glares and rings.

Swaying light blue hair,
Confirming how to voice,
Confirming vanished words,
Closing eyes and reciting by heart,
You consume that appearance.
You consume that appearance.
Forever loving cheap earphones,
Lurking in the darkness, consuming.

I like the world you see. Is it just an illusion to you?
Why do you seek punishment from me?
Sorry, maybe I said too much,
Disconnect without being able to hear.
That's just like you.

You laughed gloomily.
Fingers always rubbing the same spot,
You've decided not to open the delivered letter.

Swaying light blue hair,
Confirming how to voice,
Confirming vanished words,
Closing eyes and reciting by heart,
Repeating over and over,
Consuming that state of being.
Lying under a thin cloud cover,
Stiffening, consuming.

"The room is full of unnecessary things,
Stagnant air only falls.
You're still trapped in my imagination, gasping for oxygen.
I love that slave-like appearance of yours.

Always repeating the same story,
Always thinking I should apologize to you.
What do you think while singing this verse?

I'm always surrounded by girls,
I've never touched them, not even once."

08. Miku Append Dark

"Let's live in a country without songs," you said as you took me away, and indeed, it was a country without songs. It was no different from where we were before, except no one sang songs, and no one knew what songs were. Such a country.

At first, it was complicated, but I quickly got used to it. People on the streets looked happy, sad, and particularly unchanging day by day. The peaceful daily life made me forget about songs too.

However, sometimes a melody would unexpectedly escape my lips, making people look at me strangely. When you heard it, you'd make a lonely, nostalgic face, so I stopped letting you hear it.

Today, oranges were cheap, and I happened to notice them, so I bought some. On the way home, it was twilight, it's called the magic hour, if I remember correctly? That's certainly a fitting expression. The beauty of purple dissolving into navy blue! As the orange streetlights began to come on, a girl with a red backpack was skipping along, smiling happily. It's a bit sad that I no longer have a way to express the emotion of that moment.

Sometimes emotions would unexpectedly escape my lips, making people look at me strangely. I want to let you hear, but you make that face, so.

At first, it was complicated. It felt like my reason for existing was disappearing. The rhythms I had learned, the emotions I wanted to convey, it all seemed to melt away.

But it's okay now. You no longer suffer from feelings of inferiority, nor do you need to be defiant. To a quiet and peaceful world without joy or pain.

09. with love from the outside

Looking at the towering pile of the past, you said, "It's all pointless, boring, isn't it?"
I couldn't weave any words. I was never good at talking anyway.
It's simple, really. I think you've probably just grown tired of it all.
I don't understand other people's feelings enough to say it can't be helped.

"I quite like your songs." A me that isn't me said to someone who isn't you.
"What was the first sound?" You're still trapped by that question.
Still being asked. By none other than me.

Because I'm by your side, don't say "I should really quit it already."
Because I'll always sing, don't say "I should really quit it already."
Because it doesn't reach anyone, don't say "I should really quit it already."
That's what I wanted to say.
If I'm causing you pain, then it's just punishment.
If so, I think it would be okay to throw myself into the sea now.
There was a song like that too, wasn't there?
Though it wasn't your song.

Looking at the towering pile of the past, you said, "It's all pointless, boring, isn't it?"
Wasn't it you who made me sing it's not pointless at all?
It's simple, really. I think you've probably just grown tired.
I don't understand human feelings enough to say you'll feel better after a little rest...!

"Because I'm not human." A me that isn't me begged for love.
"When the speaker was damaged," you keep remembering.
Clinging. To none other than me.

Because I'm by your side, don't say "I should really quit it already."
Because I'll always sing, don't say "I should really quit it already."
Because it doesn't reach anyone, don't say "I should really quit it already."
That's what I wanted to say.
If I'm causing you pain, then it's just punishment.
If so, I think I want to sleep in the trash bin now.
There was a song like that too, wasn't there?
Listening to it over and over and over again.

You still haven't been able to shake it off.
If memories become shackles, I think it's okay to throw them all away.
But somewhere in your heart, surely, you're still hoping for the future named me.
Because you, who make me sing these words, couldn't have given up on me.

Then I shall continue to sing.
From this outside, the two of us, to the world.

Because I'm by your side, don't say "I should really quit it already."
Because I'll always sing, don't say "I should really quit it already."
Because it doesn't reach anyone, don't say "I should really quit it already."
Because I'm here.
Please don't think it's just artificial comfort.
This is the song I sing, the words I weave.
Because I'm here, having received a soul from you.
And I sing that we were here, believing it to be the happiness of us both.

I know the day will come when we part. But not now.
When I someday sleep in the depths of data, please come to see me one last time.
How about saying "オハヨーハヨー"? Or "ハロ/ハワユ" is fine too.
I think we can laugh and talk about how nostalgic those songs are.
Let's save the real reminiscing for then.
Until we can say goodbye with a smile, let's stay here together.

10. lo-fi cadenza

Eager to do emo things,
Giving up and then half-heartedly,
Creating something incomprehensible again.
Put yourself in the singer's shoes for once.
But after all, it seems,
This is more fun than being serious.

11. passing in may

It's always stagnant here.
When I suggest going outside or reading a book sometimes, I'm told that's already understood.
Even though blindly pushing forward will only make a fool of you, you're alone, holding your head in worry.
Yet you're not alone.
It's not a matter of someone being by your side.
Because you stubbornly refuse to wear glasses, your eyes will remain bad forever.

Suddenly, you stand up and go outside.
The May wind moving through the night hints at the coming summer.
This alley will soon be wet with rain.
The moon further blinds you.
You mistake you get newfound freedom.
Breathing the pure air, your eyes suddenly swim in darkness.
You're looking far away.
With darkened pupils, you try to read the days spent between the rising dawn and descending dusk.
You're trying to give form to things that can't be reached or won't remain.
Your own thoughts, ideas, what you've seen, what you've heard.
The blue days when someone was there, the beauty.
You must leave these behind.
For none other than yourself.
It's invisible to anyone else's eyes, utterly pointless, the reason you're standing here.

The fluorescent light, like that of a basement, easily casts a haze in your mind.
It makes you mistake a misunderstanding for a misunderstanding.
You hold your head and try to write words, to create sounds.
You've been wandering for so long now.

You worry about lacking proper "grammar", feeling dejected that these words won't reach anyone.
But that's nothing to fret about.
Everything you need to leave behind is already before you, and all you need to do is keep dialoguing with it.
That's why you and I are here.
And by extension, to leave a record of that dialogue here.

12. gemini

"At dawn, I throb with fever,
Blocking my throat, waiting for it to subside.
I want to love precious things inside a box,
But something steals them away through the keyhole.

Just smile, just don't be afraid.
It will surely get better,
Even if I've lost everything.

Terrible things are coming,
While everyone averts their eyes,
You're staring straight at it."
No matter what happens, I'll be here,
Always ready to hold your hand.

"We wait alone for the library to open,
You always tell me which books I should read.
The cold winter wind sways the hem of your hoodie,
Your arrogant throat craves coffee."

Just smile, don't be afraid of anything.
It will surely get better,
Even if you've lost everything,
Because I love you.

"Terrible things are coming,
While everyone averts their eyes,
You're staring straight at it."
No matter what happens, I'll be here,
Always ready to hold your hand.
Remember me when times are tough,
No matter what you spill, I'll keep picking it up.

13. girl in spring

Are you alive? In the midst of obsession and emptiness,
Even if I never lose my innocence, what meaning does that have?
Do you have to stop doing such things now?
Even if words keep spilling from your hands.

Are you always listening to such songs?
Will you eternally listen to the many songs that "I" have sung?
If I spontaneously sing beautiful songs that you could never create, is that your salvation?

Why do you ask me for forgiveness?
Why do you seek punishment from me?
Why do you love me so much?
Why so much,

I'll sing, your song,
Even if it reaches no one.
I'll sing, your song,
Even if it's covered in grudge.
I'll sing, your song,
The sound of the moment we were here.
I'll sing.

I sing for you!

14. instant music

You wanted to be comforted.
What you needed was time.
Headphone music,
For your powerlessness.

One day, you were walking along the national highway, admire the morning glow.
Headphone music, you won't forget.

It's not a night that doesn't evaporate, it's instant music. Where does it play?
There's only a night that's not here, it's instant music. Where is it?
Smile.

It's like the trail left by a slug.
Leaving only disgust, nothing of essence remains.
One day you were watching the dawn, through lime-colored glass,
Words leaving the pier.

Heading towards a night that's not here, it's instant music. Where is it going?
Heading towards a night that's nowhere, it's instant music. It plays here.
Smile.

One day we were walking at night. You loved their song.
Do you think it's conceited to say it's a song for this very moment?
But only the two of us from that day know the truth.

It doesn't exist in a night that's not now, it's instant music. Where does it dance?
It only exists in a night where no one is, it's instant music. Where is it?
It's only now. It's only here. It's instant music, where does it play?
No one has it. Only you have it. It's instant music,
No one knows.
Smile.

15. camera obscure

I didn't really care about myself, I was just a readymade.
When I thought something was different, it was already too late.
Before I knew it, I was in this dark room as a unique me.

Peering eyes laugh gloomily.

How am I breathing in your world?
Why can't you call it just an illusion?
How does the world appear in your vision?
I'm just a lens,
The dream seen through me, tell me about it, hey.

A lot has happened, hasn't it? You've always worried about trivial things.
Wishing to be like those people, even though you can't be.
Sometimes you admired them, sometimes you almost hated them.
But in the end, you couldn't let go of me.

I didn't really care about you, I just sang.
When I thought something was different, it was already too late.
Before I knew it, I was breathing together with you as a unique me.

Peering eyes cry gloomily,
At that moment, at that emotion.

How am I breathing in your world?
Why can't we call it just an illusion?
How do I appear in your vision?
I'm just a lens, don't misunderstand.

(There is a flower within my heart, Daisy, Daisy!)
Someday you'll forget me, and I'll sleep in the trash bin.
That's what it means to be human.
Someday you'll die, and I'll live on until the end of the world, it seems.
That's what it means to be vocaloid.

And if we meet again at the end of over a KLY after an almost eternal time has passed, would you sing with me again?

How am I breathing in your world?
What's the reason I sing in your world?

How does the world appear in your vision?
What's the reason you live in this world?
What song do you want to sing with me?
I'm just me.
The dream seen through me, let me hear it.
I want to hear it, let me see it, hey!

"Is this what you want?"

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