My pace is breaking down, keeping me further, further away…
And from the morning on, rain falls, falls uneasily…
Up until now, I’ve managed somehow
I’ve managed, so…
I expect everything to go well from here on out;
I’ve got a feeling it will!
Unable to see that fluttering form as it ascends to the sky,
We’re all low-class stars.
How the world is doing doesn’t really affect us, but we want to know so badly:
Are you one of us too?
Wishing for our own brilliantly shining form,
We’re all lustful stars.
But in spitting out lines about where the future’s headed, or about how we just don’t care,
What have we really obtained?
If you wanna do it, you should just do it;
If you wanna quit, then do that instead:
Whether it’s school, war, or any repetition of tiresome days!
Ahh, are you ready yet? I’m ready!
Are you ready yet? I’m ready!
From here on out,
There’s gonna be regrets and times things don’t go smoothly,
But you don’t need to worry;
You’re surely not mistaken!
Ahh, it’s alright – it’s alright already!
It’s all right – you’re fine just the way you are!
That fluttering form that just ascends on up,
Is the low-class star we saw that day.
The end of the world has come about,
But I expect you’ll be smiling when it arrives.
Donning that brilliant, shining light, we’re crystal stars:
Let’s change the future somehow,
With the crystal each of us bears,
Just as winter comes along, pouring snow on down.
Unable to see that fluttering form as it ascends to the sky,
We’re all low-class stars.
How the world is doing doesn’t really affect us, but we want to know so badly:
Are you one of us too?
Wishing for our own brilliantly shining form,
We’re all lustful stars.
But in spitting out lines about where the future’s headed, or about how we just don’t care…
That fluttering form that just ascends on up,
Is the low-class star we saw that day.
The end of the world has come about,
But I expect you’ll be smiling when it arrives.
Donning that brilliant, shining light, we’re crystal stars:
Let’s change the future somehow,
With the crystal each of us bears,
Just as winter comes along, pouring snow on down.
That brilliantly shining form…