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

That's Why I Gave Up on Music - Yorushika

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

Music Video Created by Popurika and Magotsuki

Translation by EJ/bluepenguin

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.e. tapping his fingers on his desk as if playing piano

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 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

That's why I gave up on music