With despair on my incredibly bloody hands, I boarded the Keikyu Line Special Rapid Service
The destination is the sea
Only the sea will wash away the blood of both hands
I embark on my final journey, believing that regrets and regrets collide in the waves and cancel each other out
I'm not afraid to die, but I'm afraid not to be afraid
Looking out while being shaken by the train
A person is dead at some station today
Every time, the blood of a dead person clings to my hands
Death is always on my side
But I'm not afraid to die
I'm afraid not to be afraid