Little Unhappiness Boy

Cut it out, cut it out!

Please stop your anger

Don't hurt him anymore

Cut it out, cut it out!

Don't you remorse?

But it can't be helped

I'm a prime victim for pain

He seems so lonely; he seems so sad

That's why it's very pitiful!

Bad luck; bad luck

Bad luck; bad luck

I bring bad luck everywhere I go

Cut it out please

Cut it out please

A terrible fate sprouts

Growing quickly

It can't be helped anymore

So why do you keep trying?