In 2021, I found a manga at a secondhand bookstore.
The boy
Had his dreams set on a Fender Telecaster.
As I lay there, my heart twisted,
I thought I didn’t want to become like that.
In 2022, at the shopping mall,
I saw children lying down and crying.
I envied their honesty.
I could only say, “I’m sorry.”
Anyone can make fun of others.
Even on nights when your heart feels lonely,
words are alive.
Just like a hopeless high school girl becoming a band member,
Basement music will swallow your tears.
Just like a hopeless high school girl becoming a band member,
It’s our counterattack for what the virus stole from us.
The words will live with you.
In 2023, at a live house in Shimokitazawa,
I saw girls waiting for the band to come out on stage.
“Today was good too, especially the expression on your face.
By the way, have you remembered my name yet?”
In 2024, I remain disliked by myself,
Only my twisted heart ages.
What can I become? What can I become?
What can I become?
I can’t become anything, I can’t become anything.
Just like a hopeless high school girl becoming a band member,
Basement music will passionately heat up your heart.
Just like a hopeless high school girl becoming a band member,
That night I cried on the train wasn’t in vain, right?
The words will live with you.
Just like a hopeless high school girl becoming a band member,
Basement music will swallow your tears.
Just like a hopeless high school girl becoming a band member,
It’s our counterattack for what the virus stole from us.
The words will live with you.
Just like a hopeless high school girl becoming a band member.