Smeared with frustration, hidden in fads
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I sing while pretending I'm happy
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Convincing myself to run more,
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I go recklessly, but quietly towards the wind
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Glancing at the road I walked down, I'd say no thanks to extra time
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With enemies on all sides, my participation in the war will lead to one game
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"Life has its mountains, valleys, and cliffs"
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In the middle of an endless journey,
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I stop by the outskirts of a town
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Quietly throwing down my tired legs, and
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As I lie down I fall into a repetitive, shallow sleep
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I see that same profile again and again,
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and hear those same words again and again...
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Saying "Am I the only one that feels sad
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while just being alive?"
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Cigarette smoke rolls into the air, and disappears into the hollow
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On a day when you who were probably still young and feeble
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You witnessed a sadness that you didn't have to see, and now
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You're passing the time holding back tears that you don't have to hold back
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Unable to live with just the truth
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We're not that strong, we don't have to be strong
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I raised my eyelids, and the world was in spring
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While pushing your way through the cherry-blossom colored wind
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And heading toward somewhere far away,
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I wonder if you were in this garden of field mustard
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As I search for the white flapping
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Of birds' wings in the sky
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You probably listened carefully to the ground
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And searched for ants' black footsteps
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Taking off the clown-like mask,
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Standing on a hill forgotten by the sun
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Bathing in the moonlight, I take in a deep breath
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No sound of plates cracking, no sound of yelling, thinking of such a world
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Even without warmth, we are able to live
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But for us just living isn't enough
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The budding earth, the thick tree trunks,
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The disappearing rainbow, the passing days
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Spica in the night sky, and the wonders of the four seasons
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Taught us, who continue searching for the truth
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No matter how far we travel, at the beginning of life
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Wanting to live and be loved, we were lone babies that cried
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The reason for heading towards somewhere not here
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Is to know that except the heart, there's no place that holds answers.
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