Hey, what are you up to right now?
I’ve just stumbled,
Carrying something unidentified
So it wouldn’t break.
Our days, precious when looked up to,
Were a daydream we wrote in a frenzy.
The masterpiece of a flop has a continuation.
We’ve grown up,
No, we’ve been standardized as adults.
We pinched our cheeks and feigned pain,
Wanting to draw a straight line.
Unable to become anyone, we sulked,
Forgive that innocent me,
If I could gently reach out my hand in the shade of the trees.
Tomorrow too,
I wished for mornings
That would repeatedly brush off
The unplanned, unfinished, anxious nights.
The road continues,
Time shifts,
Among that bouquet,
There’s a me from a certain day shining brightly.
Of course, I couldn’t expect anything,
Lost about what would happen a few pages ahead.
The reality reflected in the car window
And the fact that rolled away to where I escaped.
But here and now, we
Are waving our hands.
You, innocent as you are,
Can die as you wish!
Even the unplanned, unfinished, anxious days
Seem somehow regrettable,
And it makes me want to cry,
But even if it’s raining,
The ground is firm and strong,
And even the plucked flowers
Shine brightly.
We,
Wishing for mornings
That would repeatedly brush off
The unplanned, unfinished, anxious nights,
The road continues,
Time shifts,
Among that bouquet,
There’s a you from a certain day shining brightly.
What are you doing right now?
I’ve just stumbled,
Will it soon be morning?
I dreamed of a day
One day.