shuukyo by shiina ringo

Shuukyou (Religion)

Someone please give me a tasty sweet.
What I really desire is poison...
You know I'm only kidding.
If possible I'd prefer the sweets,
because I think about drinking tea.
I don't mind the cavities.

"Stand!"
"Shoot!"
"Even torn to pieces, worship to the end!"
"Don't let the sickness in!"
"Don't hate!"
"Throw it up!"
"Spit it out!"
"Even if you're dragging, walk on!"
"Don't look back!"

Colors

No matter where I go, I can't find just the right cup.
How is that possible when day by day there are more roads and buildings?
Take a gander at the absurdity of a bottle you just can't seem to get to the bottom of.

The seasons seem to go by so quickly
the flowers bloom and call the bees to them.
and it goes on like this repeatedly
always bearing fruit and wilting soon afterwards

"Stay!"
"Lay down!"
"Even if you don't understand, worship until the end!"
"Don't let the sickness in!"
"Don't hate!"
"Take a look!"
"Take a whiff!"
"Even if it's unpleasant, have a taste!"
"Prepare yourself!"

Mellow

No matter how long we search, we're no closer to winning the suit for longevity.
Why, when we all know that dignity is beautiful,
do we satirize the reasoning of an animal who admits their loss in tears.

Ah, a passing shower, the dismayed Bodhisattva.
The clouds go and it's sunny again
My mark is placed, when you expect, you notice
that everything is a model, everything is an imitation,
and on it goes, this daily work. (less info)