Surely everyone ends up living life on their own.
Some time ago I started insisting that, too...
In the gaps of an empty building.
When I used to curl up holding my knees.
The footsteps I could hear.
I was scared and I covered my ears.
Whenever I noticed, it was always like that.
Because I didn't want to get hurt.
To protect my weak self,
I turned my back on kindness.
Surely everyone ends up living life on their own.
Some time ago I started insisting on that, too.
Even if there is something to be proud of.
If I neither give up nor pretend to be strong,
When the flower in bloom withers.
What should I believe?
If I turn around, everything,
Has lost its shape.
And lament, "That's just how things are."
I have trusted only in myself.
Surely everyone ends up living life on their own.
Some time ago I started insisting on that.
Even if I'm wrapped in a gentle light,
If I show no tears and do not look back,
When the flower in bloom withers.
What should I believe?
Surely someday everyone will drift apart.
I've always insisted on that.
Even if I offer something that shines.
If I don't try to polish things up and don't lie.
When the flower in bloom withers.
What are you looking at?