I simply felt like I’d been walking for a very long time;
If I were to write a novel about it, this life would still only be on its third line.
I started trying to draw the cover, and write the title, without making any decisions,
So there’s no way the “where”, “why”, and “what” will ever come neatly together.
Thinking I’ll just spend the whole day lazing about, here with my thoughts,
Before long, my heart starts stirring restlessly — after all,
My heart is pounding, sending cc’s of blood throughout my body, then repeating the process—
Never resting, it keeps me alive yet another day.
Stories that lack consistency… Stories that you look at with a bittersweet expression…
I haven’t got anything to make someone fall head over heels, but I’ve got something unique shining within me.
Do I wanna blot it out? Tear it apart? I’m never drawn to pure and innocent stories,
Even if they have a history to them. Ahh, not even a story that takes place one instant from now.
I can’t wait any longer. I want to see you right away!
I can’t just go on carelessly…
To keep your protruding pain from breaking apart, you cried—
Could it be…? It’s possible… that was me some time ago.
The shining light of morning kicked away at the puddles, scattering them about;
If right now, you’re simply like one of those puddles… that’d be so nice…
Someone, somewhere, was saying this and that about you,
Taking it upon themselves to write a name on the cover of your book;
I’m pissed now. I’m not too smart, but you’ve got no place saying those things to her!
Get out of here this instant— I’ll even pay for your train fare!
When nothing really seemed to work, we always did something or another
And managed to make it here. At this point, I can say with confidence:
The only thing that can tame me is her particular style, and I know that
‘Cause there’s really no other — this tattered girl is just right for me!
But if you were to ever, y’know… someday it’d be nice if you could meet
Someone who understands you better, and could smile with you more than I ever could.
But I can’t wait until that time comes. I want to hold you right away.
I want to keep you warm with these hands.
White lights flashed, uniting with a miracle… and buds began to form;
If that’s me, then yeah, that’s fine — I’ll see this miracle through to the end!
To keep your overflowing tears from being for naught, you broke into a run—
As I witnessed that, the feelings I held in my heart seemed so beautiful.
I chased only what I could see: whatever was shining one second ahead,
Accepting the phrase, “There’s no doubt about it” without any hesitation.
I was born from zero, but I have someone to call my name now.
Thank you for birthing me into this brain with no preconceived notions!
Whether it be a life that ends in one page, or one that spans 1,000 pages,
You can’t really compare them to one another; I’m sure they all give off the same shine!
I don’t have time to spin endless, vague, pointless words;
Within the book of a boy who’s only lived only one page… is a line that shines brighter than anyone else’s—
It’s being composed now — I believe that to be true.
I want to keep on struggling!
How much can I manage to leave behind? Hey, how much can I live,
Measured in some factor other than time?
To keep your protruding pain from breaking apart, you cried—
Could it be…? It’s possible… that was a shadow of your tenderness.
The shining light of morning kicked away at the puddles, scattering them about;
If right now, you’re simply like one of those puddles… that’d be so nice… so nice…