Even you, who laughs too much because of happiness,
Will someday be crying somewhere.
Even you, who sighs and says you have to try harder,
Are actually trying harder than anyone else.
The number of happiness,
Is it born equally in the end?
Isn’t it? Tell me…
Your voice, your voice
Let me hear it, shout with all your might now
Crush the days you want to destroy, cherish them
Entrust them to sound, you’re not alone anymore
The wall you’re seeking is too high,
And you might not be able to overcome it yourself
It’s proof that you’ve kept clinging to it
That you want to cry so much it hurts
Even if you’re the only one,
Even if it’s amazing,
Someone recognizes it, but I don’t need a lie
The parts you like, the parts you can’t like
All of it, all together, is me
You’re like that too, don’t forget
Your true feelings you’ve been hiding
“Born to be happy
Living to make someone else happy,”
Have I been able to make someone happy until today?
Can I make someone happy now?
Is it reaching? I hope it’s reaching properly
Your voice, your voice
Let me hear it, shout with all your might now
Even the days you can’t break are
Precious treasures, I’ll embrace them, I’ll never leave you alone