In my heart, while its wings flap 
                                            There is a fan spinning 
                                            Over the line-cutting dots 
                                            Of an interrupted conversation
                                             
                                             Hanging upside down in a helmet 
                                            Is a sky-blue kiss
                                             
                                             Do your best, running scooter 
                                            Our days are turning back too
                                             
                                             Bubble gum, chew, chew 
                                            We live like we're in a lame joke 
                                            The disapproval of our souls 
                                            Is like a gleaming, piercing blade 
                                            Bubble gum, popping 
                                            Just before it explode 
                                            Let's go and show off 
                                            Our sense of aesthetics
                                             
                                             When we got there and saw 
                                            How empty our feelings were 
                                            Our withered future 
                                            Sprung up like a ball
                                             
                                             Clearly our view caved in under pressure 
                                            Now it's more like a piano string
                                             
                                             The water that you scoop in your hands keeps flowing 
                                            So your way of life becomes transparent
                                             
                                             Ah, punk swordplay 
                                            What a life to live 
                                            Hmm, unless you're not having fun
                                             
                                             If you get to these old-school times with little breath 
                                            You'll freeze with the pain of despair 
                                            In the days of drizzle 
                                            I'll take off my coat and it becomes your umbrella
                                             
                                             Bubble gum, chew, chew 
                                            My pockets are empty 
                                            But even if you have 10 billion yen 
                                            I'll never sell my pride 
                                            Bubble gum, popping 
                                            If it's torn up, I'll chew it again 
                                            By chewing it, the taste comes out 
                                            With the air of a bitter person 
                                            Let's go and penetrate 
                                            Our sense of aesthetics