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