1.Riding the train, using worn-out greetings with classmates
2.There’s never a driver in these sluggish conversations
3.A sigh always marks the start
4.The opening ceremony, morning assembly, the wake of another day5.
6.I feel like I don’t belong here, but I can’t explain why
7.I know what melancholy is, but can’t write it in kanji
8.It’s not that I can’t fit in, it’s just too much to handle
9.Tennis court at dusk, a lonely soccer ball10.
11.Boys in the dark, with metal bats, cutters, knives, scissors
12.There are nights that can’t be torn apart
13.Talking about the future, things even God doesn’t know
14.Midnight is too short to unravel the mysteries of this world15.
16.Racing through the dawn-lit town at full speed
17.Passing summer and the wind, if only I could meet her
18.The night hides shadows, but the sun exposes everything
19.My shame sticks to the ground. Don’t cry, lost boy, lost boy20.
21.Feeling different from others, I often looked in the mirror
22.Glad not to be an alien or a monster
23.But there’s no mirror for words or thoughts
24.So I can’t be sure, can’t be sure25.
26.Boys in the dark, with Marlboros, car theft, truancy, overdose
27.There are nights tangled up
28.Things I can’t tell anyone, the muddled stuff I’ve spewed out
29.It’s the end of the world if someone goes through my trash30.
31.Racing through the dawn-lit town, tears for no reason
32.If this is called youth, some people are lucky
33.The night hides tears, but the sun exposes everything
34.My shame sticks to the ground. Don’t cry, lost boy, lost boy35.
36.Smoke at the shrine, summer rain, waiting in vain for your bus, in front of Gusto
37.In the hands of a troubled boy, vague dreams and a little change
38.A tired face in the mirror, maybe an alien would’ve been better
39.Boy reflecting desires, but now just in a wooden one-room apartment40.
41.Boy in the dark, still in the dark even after ten years
42.Haunted by ‘those days were better’, shaking off ‘now is still better’
43.Overly self-conscious yet reckless and irritable,
44.But sometimes enlightened by that very person, still having many such nights45.
46.Racing through the dawn-lit town, hated by the world, but the hate is mutual
47.Sneaking through the wire fence
48.Adults hide the boy, but midnight exposes, look, there’s the boy from that day sticking out his tongue
49.Don’t cry, lost boy, lost boy
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