They don’t mind the dust in their rooms, they aren’t afraid to hurt others
In order to search for things dear to them, they discarded things dear to them
The taste of alcohol and tobacco, they scatter their lifespan cheap for it
Malice marks status, character marks rank
They have the disease of not being able to love themselves
Efforts don’t pay off
So let’s discard it all
They hate talent, they want to be acknowledged
So let’s pickpocket that person
They hate the morning sun, they want to be dyed by the night
Not understood, unable to express themselves
Unable to do anything, they want to run away
There’s no such things as “ideals” here
Is it wrong to grow in pleasure?
Is it wrong to love in just the present?
Like “Thank you” and “I’m sorry”
Why is it that those ordinary things won’t come out?
Sociality and cooperativeness can’t come unrewarded for them
They don’t know who they are at the moment
They are talking what they can become
Crushed by their values, the boys and girls are learning to become humans
Discrimination and unbearable partings are deserving of reminiscence
Only favoring sorrow, the boys and girls cry more than anyone else
Hoping to love people in a beautiful way
For a future where they get close to someone
We’re in such a pain, but the adults don’t understand anything
Well, of course. In your age, different sorrows flourished
If we don’t put ourselves in the others positions, we can’t change anything
However, for some reason the unstoppable curses won’t leave our heads
We don’t know if the things we want to continue to protect is a person or a thing
They say you notice when you’re apart, but occasionally we just want to sever the ties
Even though our height, belly and hair length are always changing
Changes of others are unforgivable
Waste of life is unforgivable
The only thing we can do to achieve our dreams
Is to go and start walking
But the difficulty of giving up on a dream
Is the same difficulty as it to be fulfilled
With just a few decades of life
The things to learn are way too scarce
Why am I so enjoying it so much?
In a tomorrow where there’s nothing at all, the laughing won’t cease for the boys and girls
There’s no moment left unused, they don’t need any reason for it
Pure and innocent hearted boys and girls, are ridiculed for their foolishness
Before they become empty, they need to cry out, even if it’s still a template to work on
Towards the future
Why they get to like things that become futile,
Why they keep on reaching to things they can’t get their hands on,
Is not weakness
It’s because they have the power to depict things ignorantly
Your realization of what you love will one day keep the world turning
Your shout of dislikes will one day awaken the world
It’s fine to be devoted earnestly to something you can’t resist
Your existence can’t be denied by anyone, there’s no one like you
Disheartened thousands of times, even so the boys and girls still resist
They are creating the world, they can’t be hindered by pain
They are swimming in their youth, the boys and girls have all the freedom
Is it light? Is it dark? It’s unclear in the present
Don’t lose to the crushing weakness,
Don’t lose to yourself