I do sing “Happy Birthday,”
But I feel like it was originally meant for moms to hum to wake up their children.
But it’s okay, let’s sing.
The silver sea was beautiful.
Sea birds were flying determinedly.
I wonder how far we’ll go; the journey is endless.
Hey, we’ve come a long way, haven’t we?
Let me boast, let me puff out my chest.
Pat my head and say, “Well done,” until I fall asleep.
I’m good at rock ‘n’ roll, leave it to me.
But I haven’t gone through country music or blues.
I’ve done everything my own way.
But it’s okay, listen to me.
Even my breath turns white, it’s a different world.
I quietly enclosed the town.
The skylark decided to watch from the heights.
Alone, I sit on the hill, feeling downcast.
Don’t go anywhere before saying thank you.
I’ll keep curfew, I’ll tidy up my room, starting tomorrow.
The freshly washed school uniform smells of sun and sea, with a warmth of its own.
When I put both arms through it, I strangely feel confident I can do well.
Let’s study more and more.
I felt like I wanted to deliver more and more songs.
Everything was still to come, I was just receiving.
So why? Why?
I wonder how far we’ve come; the journey is endless.
I feel like I’ve tried my best.
I want to laugh innocently, I want to be a child.
Gently wipe away my tears if they fall.
Don’t go anywhere before saying thank you.
If I call, please answer, pat my head, let me be the strongest.