On the uphill road leading to tomorrow
The adults that pass by mutter:
"We understand ideals like love and dreams
But reality in front of your eyes isn't so easy."
Even when stumbling, even when tumbling
I don't want to forget this scabby passion
We can't become adults, but please buy one of our bluffs
We won't run or hide, so those who want to can laugh
We're unreliable, but at least don't pluck the sprout of our freedom
It's okay if we fulfill the duty of watering it, right?
Mistakes repeated so many times
And ideas crashing so greatly
Our standards are very uncertain
But it feels like our steps have become longer than yesterday
Standing on tiptoe, being knocked down
I peel my scab a bit but there is no answer
We want to become adults, so please grant one of our selfish wishes
For a short while stop the time that binds us day or night
We're worthless, but at least don't cut down the fruit of our freedom
It's okay if we wait for it to ripen red, right?
We can't become adults, but please buy one of our bluffs
We won't run or hide, so those who want to can laugh
We're unreliable, but at least don't pluck the sprout of our freedom
It's okay if we fulfill the duty of watering it, right?
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