The sound erased with a plastic eraser is running rampant in the classroom
Screams, screams echo and become echoes
What I recall is not a memory, but the limit of my imagination
Calling you, calling you, I feel like I understand
The moment I turned 17
Even though I’m 17, I don’t understand
Becoming flexible and being swept away
I am nowhere to be found
Rock ‘n’ roll claw, in broken and tiny emotions
Advancing beat, advancing band, scratching and advancing
Mother Goose, Goose, Goose, silencing the crying world
Advancing beat, advancing song, going along the path scratched out
The sound erased with a plastic eraser is building a skyscraper
Screams, screams circulated in my head
Now, when I remembered, it’s not a memory, imagination becomes reality
Calling you, calling you, tracing your presence
The scent of 17, spring, summer, autumn, winter
The scent of 17, fading away
Even now, accustomed to fabric softener
The familiar song said
Rock ‘n’ roll claw, in broken and tiny emotions
Advancing beat, advancing band, scratching and advancing
Mother Goose, Goose, Goose, silencing the crying world
Advancing beat, advancing song, going along the path scratched out
Rock ‘n’ roll claw, in broken and tiny emotions
Advancing beat, advancing band, creeping into the heart
Mother Goose, Goose, Goose, silencing the crying world
Advancing beat, advancing song, scratching and scratching
Advancing beat, advancing band, scratching and singing