Zazetsu mamire ryuukou ni magire
shiawase na furi wo shite utau
Motto hashire to iikikashite
mubou ni mo sotto kazakami e
Kita michi wo ichibetsu
yutori wa gomen shimensoka sansen ni tsugu one game
Yama ari tani ari gake ari chiri wa tsumotteku
Hateshinai tabi no tochuu de machi no hazure ni tachiyoru
Tsukareta ryouashi wo sotto nagedashite nekorobu to
kurikaesareru asai nemuri
Nandomo onaji ano yokogao nandomo onaji ano kotoba wo
Ikiteru dake de kanashii to omou no wa watashi dake nano to
TABAKO no kemuri ga chuu wo uneri utsuro ni kieru
kitto mada chikara naki osanai hi ni
Minakute ii kanashimi wo mitekita kimi wa ima
Koraenakute ii namida wo koraete sugoshiteru
Honto no koto dake de ikiteyukeru hodo
Bokura wa tsuyokunai sa tsuyokunakute ii ii
I keep on singing while covered in frustration, blending in the trend, and pretending to be happy.
I told myself recklessly to keep on running up slowly towards the windward.
I glance at the path I’ve walked, can’t afford to lose time, companionless I participate in one game.
“There’s mountain, valley and cliff” and the dust keeps piling up.
I stop by the suburban area in the midst of my endless journey.
I spread out both my tired legs and collapse onto bed, and sleep shallowly over and over again.
I see the same profile, hear the same words over and over,
“Am I the only who thinks that life’s so sad when you’re only being alive?”
The smell of cigarettes swell up to the sky, and cease to nothing on that day when you’re still young and powerless.
Now, having witnessed sadness you should have never have seen,
Crying tears that should have remained dry,
We may not be tough enough to live on truth alone,
But you know, we don’t need to be.