I've thought about it, yet I still don't understand.
Under the blue sky, I waited for you.
On the breezy noon, my imagination drifted away.
Hey, from now on what will happen?
I don't know how to go on.
When I looked at you, without a word, I walked away.
I've thought about it, yet I still don't understand.
Being so youthful is so boring.
I've given up the piano, yet my fingers move by itself.
Hey, what will I do in the future?
It shouldn't be music, right?
Don't worry about it.
Even if I'm drawing a line in my heart,
No matter what happens, it wouldn't disappear, so now,
I still remember.
I'm mistaken,
Yet I don't care, and don't understand.
Whether this feeling is love, the world, pain, or life, doe not matter.
Wanting to know right from wrong, is just my self-defense instinct.
Whatever it is, it's probably my fault.
I've thought about it, yet I still don't understand, why I don't want to get older?
Knowing that someday I'm going to die, makes my chest go hollow.
"What will I do in the future?"
Knowing that when I became an adult,
I wouldn't have done a thing.
How do I overcome my hatred of people who put on happy faces?
They probably won't understand,
this inferiority complex inside me:
a monster in my head who feels unsatisfied.
I'm not wrong,
Yet why are you different, even though you're human?
Having no love, salvation, kindness or a foundation, wouldn't it be bad?
Love songs like this feels painful, but it's my self-defense instinct.
I don't care anymore. But it's still my fault.
I've thought about it, yet I still don't understand.
Why is being alive so painful?
Why can't you make a living with music?
Even dull lyrics should be okay...
Whatever.
I'm probably not mistaken.
I'm not mistaken.
I'm not mistaken.
I'm mistaken, and I know it.
Yet I don't care.
Whether this feeling is love, kindness, salvation, or foundation, doesn't matter.
Not having the right asnwer, is my self-defense instinct.
Whatever, I don't care anymore, it's my fault.
I once believed,
And now I feel like garbage.
The many times I wrote it to you,
Wealth and fame was never my goal.
It's true, it's really true, it's how it was for me back then.
That's why,
That's why I,
gave up on music.
