Welcome to this crazy Time.
Welcome to this crazy Time.
You are a tough boy.
The more honest a guy is, the more he'd seem bad.
You are lucky that you are able to stay sane.
You, tough boy.
It is now the end of the century.
We met by chance at a sluggish street corner.
Keep you burning. Run through this cluster
of decay, freedom, and violence.
No boy no cry. Sorrow is not despair,
but rather a manifesto of tomorrow.
We are living, living in the eighties.
We still fight, fighting in the eighties.
Although you're covered in wounds,
sitting down crying will not get anything started,
tough boy.
Even if I feel sad no matter which way I face,
at least my death is not imminent.
How about you, tough boy?
This place is a rock land of eternity.
We, with tightened fists, met by chance.
Keep you burning. Run through this cluster
of madness, hope, and disillusionment.
No boy no cry. You must move forward
against the gradually strengthening headwind.
We are living, living in the eighties.
We still fight, fighting in the eighties.
We are living, living in the eighties.
We still fight, fighting in the eighties.