Just blame it all on the weather
This uneasiness, this exhaustion
The sun is hiding, pretending not to notice
The crowded train rattles and shakes
As a local express train passes by
I search for expressions in the clouds with no outline
“Explain how the author was feeling:”
What could the right answer be?
My step falls right through these scenarios with a pre-established harmony
The so called “Springtime of Youth”
Simply doesn’t fit me
I know it only comes once in a lifetime
That’s why it fills me with emptiness
So I’ll never, ever forget
Again and again, until the day I die
No matter what happens, I’ll just laugh it off
A cramped classroom, existing in a vacuum
The boys are enjoying their youth
My world is separated by a perforated line
This hateful feeling of inferiority
Is my sense of superiorty over everyone else
A sublime emotion that’s in constant conflict
What on Earth am I doing?
“I totally get it! I feel the same way.”
Do you actually think that?
You don’t even know how much that irks me
Someone else’s beginning to today
Is nothing but an ending to me
As I repeat my footsteps, the future is calling to me
“Keep moving forward,” it echoes
But things like fate and miracles
Are surely wasted on me
I can only take the steps as they come
I’m not as spoiled as an adult
But I’m no child genius either
I’m right in the middle of my life
I feel like the wind will leave me behind
I’m trying to hold on for dear life
The same old sound of the bell, the dust accumulating on the window sill
Even the smell of the classroom
I’ll never, ever forget
Again and again, until the day I die
No matter what happens, I’ll just laugh it off