Crammed in front of a white board
                                             We scribble our wishes freely
                                             Even though the after school bell is echoing into the sunset
                                             We can't diss on the power of dreaming, unfortunately
                                             
                                             Let's sing, Raise your voice louder and louder and louder
                                             With your hopes on your lips
                                             When the words are set free, the pieces of us
                                             Become lights
                                             
                                             I don't need memories
                                             Because I'm strongly, deeply in love with the now
                                             Being flooded with memories is a sweet, adult-like luxury
                                             And yet... I wanna refrain from it a bit longer
                                             
                                             In the notebook of my heart, the marker pulls at me
                                             The tip seems to cry just from being restrained
                                             when I'm with everyone, pain and pleasure
                                             Stick to me infinitely by reverberating, it's a wonder
                                             
                                             Let's fly, forever and ever and ever into the distance
                                             Unable to wait for a countdown, our ambitions ride on the tailwind
                                             When the beat is given, our wings
                                             Become platinum
                                             
                                             I don't need promises
                                             Because now is the only time for living
                                             Wanting promises is a naive, childlike frailty
                                             So long ago... I graduated from that
                                             
                                             I'm sure they'll be heard everywhere, forever
                                             Though they do not even need eternity, somehow they don't seem to fade
                                             Our Splendid Songs
                                             
                                             Let's sing, even though our voices grow weaker and weaker and weaker
                                             Our lips proclaim the moment
                                             Having possession of a map of the same route was our bond
                                             We had a fated encounter
                                             
                                             NO, Thank you!! I don't need memories
                                             Because I'm strongly, deeply in love with the now
                                             Being flooded with memories is a sweet, adult-like luxury
                                             And yet... I wanna refrain from it