I was in love, standing in front of the station—
I’m writing at breakneck speed to make that statement past tense.
Before long, I became an adult,
And sold my body in this filthy city.
The pure, successful model I’d left on standby
Has disappeared somewhere for real.
I looked up to a youthful spring sky.

I’m sure everyone will say
This was all made up.
But strangely, a sense of security
Builds up in me by the second.

In a selfish youthful drama,
We air our grievances, then it ends.
But the poison within us isn’t ours alone, so it’s okay.
This selfishly youthful drama
Somehow manages to be something fun.
Our very own time that we’ll never let come to an end.

Realizing I had a superiority complex,
I became an adult who could remain silent
While listening to someone’s one-sided criticisms.
You’ll come to know that later on.
After paying the bill for my regrets, I was given the remainder in gambling chips.
But I won’t accept a different form of payment—
I’ll refuse them with a smile.

We can’t become strong
While surrounded by kindness,
So we follow the course with no time to lament.
With conflicting feelings over what it means to be an adult,
I sing, unable to ever truly be alone.

In a selfish youthful drama,
We air our grievances, then it ends.
But the poison within us isn’t ours alone, so it’s okay.
This selfishly youthful drama
Somehow manages to be something fun.
Our very own time that we’ll never let come to an end.

Once one selfish youthful drama
Reaches its end,
Another will begin.
Our very own time will come once again.
We’ll have a chance to embrace the dazzling light that results.
If we can manage that, let’s begin again.
I’m singing this song for someone else—
Someone who’s about to be mislead by a youthful spring.