Until I grow up, I’ll keep yearning. I’ll just flourish, and get hurt, and hustle along.
I’ll make something I want this world to have. A small, humble, and vanishing moment.
In times like these, whether I spend the time and effort, or not, in the end it’ll be all jumbled.
But I believe that, certainly, there are those who can tell the difference, so I’ll craft carefully.
Though today’s difficult to face head-on, having failed to get that someone to love me
I want to feel it for myself—That once past my throat, both the sweet and the sour are delicious.
This is life! My life! I want to savor it to my heart’s content! I want to love someone! It’s my freedom…
And my life is full of dreams!
This world has the thing I want it to have. A big, bold, and unshakable eternity.
In times like these, whether there’s something new, or something good, older things are respected
So I want to always be aging naturally: Yes, I want to be like you, Mt. Fuji!
Though it’s a bit cheeky to desire from afar the happiness of those I won’t meet again
I want to feel it sharply—Will it look sadder from up close and happier from afar?
That’s life! My life! It’s not for anyone else! You think you can take it from me!? I’m free…
And my life is full of dreams!