Trying to force myself to appear as if every day is fun
Fake smile, forced smile, and decorating that with a lie on top
Even if I give you a dreary bouquet of fake flowers I won’t get an answer, and besides
It looks like I’m seeing through to the other side of the piñata
Before you appear behind my eyelids as I fall asleep
And open the lid of tears and honesty
My eighteenth birthday
I think I will end up crossing to the other side, but even so
Nothing will change, huh
Time will continue to push our backs
A cold autumn; a full moon stood out in a quiet night
My feelings, your feelings, everything became obvious
I can spew words that are only beautiful on the surface however much I want, but
Hey, relax, those kinds of words aren’t written in my dictionary
The other side is something that seems to exist but doesn’t
It looks like you noticed that before me
My eighteenth birthday
I want to see the moon from the same perspective as you, so I’m going to grow taller
Nothing’s going to change, huh
Other than the feelings of me and you, and the time that’s passed since we were born
Happy birthday
Once the wind blows out the flame of the candle through the window
We will welcome the happy birthday; I will laugh with you
We change little by little
Happy birthday