To the man who lost his will to live
from evil or good, he has nothing to gain or give

Good and evil means nothing to him
Even the brightest sun would make his life dim


Dazai:
I was one among the Bungo stray dogs
I don't see a difference between emotions and logs

To find a meaning to lead a life
I chose to live between violence, mafia and knife

Even if I kill people or save people
To me, there is no difference, it's simple

I am a man who lost his childhood
To me, living is same as floating in river like a wood

I'm a man who has no value to his breath
At the end of the day, what I desire is a sweet death

People are scared of death but drawn to it at the same time
That's why I wanted to die while committing mafia crime

Somehow I'm...