The bus just started running from Shibuya
Looking at the outside of the bus
The city that should have been dazzling back then
Somehow feels empty now
An unhealed past
Even my daily life
In this place where everything is exposed
I cling on, not to lose
Not to be swept away
Thinking that everything might be wrong
Those are the only things I think about
Don’t ask me anything anymore
Yeah, just let it go
I want to live selfishly
Like a flower blooming in the underground
Our own place
This is our own place
There are days when I want to cry
Still going on, going on
Hold on in our own place
Like a flower blooming in the underground
In the corner of this town where everyone pretends not to see
Because only you smile and say, “It’s okay”
It becomes a little warmer
Even if I understand that it’s wrong
In a world where I hurt myself
In the days when I’m searching for the meaning of life, it feels empty
Thinking that everything might be wrong
I want to live without thinking about such things
Don’t ask me anything anymore
Yeah, just let it go
I want to live selfishly
Like a flower blooming in the underground
Where are we now?
We wandered in without even knowing that
You, who said you wanted to know love, gave it to me
If this isn’t love, then what is it?
There are no endless nights
No need for reasons
I want to see tomorrow with you
Don’t ask me anything anymore
Yeah, just let it go
I want to live selfishly
Like a flower blooming in the underground
Our own place
This is our own place
There are days when I want to cry
Still going on, going on
Hold on in our own place
Like a flower blooming in the underground