English translated by Releska
I’ll tell you a nostalgic story.
It’s about a dream I once had, like that tale about the butterfly…
I believed that my days
would continue as they were.
You were there, I was there,
and the world kept turning.
It was an indescribable world.
I secretly strained my ears from beside you.
You were so sombre.
I tried to take a closer look…
I was smiling.
I wanted to be like you
In my past days, which vanished somewhere
I left behind
myself.
That’s right—
an unhappy future
will never arrive
Because
the only one who’s ever hurt is me, as I am now.
“One day.”
I don’t need to predict what will happen after that
Because I’m fine with just being able to say “good morning” when I wake up.
Now, I’ll tell you a mysterious story.
I’ve become a butterfly.
1000 different thoughts
I couldn’t tell anyone a single one.
You know, I couldn’t even be myself.
This world, seen from your eyes,
Is all colourful.
Aimed at that rainbow-covered heart,
I let out a sigh
Then, like a bubble
It flew,
flew,
flew...
and vanished.
“God is unfair.”
That’s not how it is at all—
I think we’re just a little bit unequal.
It was too early for me to wake up.
That’s right—
an uncertain future
will never arrive
Because,
back then, you were the one who believed. You were optimistic.
I don’t need anyone else
Nobody else can take your place.
Even if only you can smile,
the world will turn.
Rather than precious language,
I only want to listen to your words.
That’s right—
an unhappy future
will never arrive
Because,
for a thousand nights and dawns,
you (I) will be there.