Regrets
Joys
Let them all become songs!
In the classroom where shadows lengthen in the evening sun,
Tired sheet music dances in the gentle breeze,
Glittering dust dances like teardrops in the air.
My world on that day,
Every time I look back, my heart trembles,
I can hear the sound of a new beginning.
The same music will never be played again,
Passing through the seasons, look,
Let’s go to the “final piece.”
Resound! The phrase called today,
The days when I was engrossed in living
Are connected to me living in the present,
Feelings inherited from the 365 days’ trajectory,
Directed towards the next you,
An endless dream,
A song that never stops.
Dead-end,
Sometimes a fork in the road,
In a future where we walked on worn-out tiptoes,
We can proudly say, “Yes!”
I want to be a senior.
How far do I have to go
To be satisfied?
The swirling anguish of yesterday,
The phase disturbed by noise.
Go beyond, Recorder!
“I cried because I was so frustrated that I felt like dying,”
So as not to lose to the brightness of the clear blue sky,
The ring of light emitted
The goddess is capricious and unrewarded,
“But you know, my chorus starts here.”
An endless dream,
A song that never stops,
Let’s sing it forever.
From one person to two,
From two to everyone,
The overlapping joys
Let them all become songs!
And as it is spun,
A new story,
“I want to be special,”
“I want to be good at it,”
So much that it hurts,
――― I understand.
Resonate! The phrase called today,
The days when I was engrossed in living
Are connected to me living in the present,
Feelings inherited from the 365 days’ trajectory,
Directed towards the next you,
An endless dream,
A song that never stops,
The overlapping joys.
Directed towards the next me,
An endless dream,
A song that never stops.