An extremely ordinary story in a quiet small town. There is no excitement and passion, no pain or being trapped by love, there is only a mental state that I don't know how to describe.
Ah, another fifty years
let's meet
Send to the crematorium
All burned to ashes
A bunch of you, a bunch of me
No one knows anyone
All are sent to rural areas to be used as fertilizer.
Ah, dear friends
Who will be burned to ashes first?
Burn you first, burn me first
They are all human bone ashes anyway.
Thumb thump thump~
Ah, another fifty years
let's meet
Send to the crematorium
Everyone is burned to ashes
A bunch of you, a bunch of me
No one knows anyone
All are sent to the countryside to be used as fertilizer
Ah, dear friends
Who will be burned to ashes first?
Burn you first, burn me first
They are all human bone ashes anyway~
Self-cultivation of waste material
Purpose: Practice, meditate, and refuse to be consumed by yourself
