The torn page must have been stolen
Because I don't remember where I lost it
What bothered me more was that even in that unsightly place,
I'm sure there was a chapter called a "dream"
"Someone stole it? That's because you didn't look after it."
Be quiet! Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong
But what am I supposed to hate? The past? Myself?
I'd direct my hate at someone else if I could
In this story, we're all wondering about the future
Because we don't want to see the logical ending
I thought that missing page had been made durable
So it couldn't be slowly and softly broken
That ridiculed page was blurred with tears
That's why, the truth is, I can sigh a little in relief
Who stole it? It doesn't even matter
Either way, it won't leave an impact on the world
That much is obvious, but what was really sad
Was that I couldn't believe in myself
In this story, the future we're all wondering about
Is far from ordinary, but it's special to us
Even if it got torn apart, that wasn't the end
It may still be torn, but look... The number of things I want to protect is increasing
In this story, the future we're all wondering about
May have lost a page, but the protagonist won't change
Without seeking praise, as long as I know I have today,
I can keep building chapters called "dreams"