AISubs v3.7
After school, I like the windowsill of the classroom.
A side table and a sunset chandelier.
In the bucket in the corner that someone forgot to leave behind,
I found a trace of graffiti that I dropped in school.
Right now, in the middle of my youth,
I'm screaming out loud that I'm alive.
Everything is precious. Everything is beautiful.
It's shining brightly in this moment.
What kind of dream should I have? What kind of tomorrow should I aim for?
Hope is something that I can never completely suppress.
I opened the window just a little and let in a cold breeze.
I can still hear the voice of the baseball club.
Even though I admired my seniors and graduated,
I cried and became an adult.
No matter if it's tears or sweat,
I'll try my best to change my heart and hands.
I'm looking for something. I reach out for something.
Even so, I can't grasp it.
I want to become passionate every day.
I want to run.
I'm looking for something. I reach out for something.
I can never completely suppress.
I'll stand up right now.
Everything is precious, everything is beautiful
Sparkling and shining in this moment
Everything is precious, everything is beautiful
Sparkling and shining in this moment
What kind of dream should we have? What kind of tomorrow should we aim for?
Hope can never be suppressed
Whispering about impatience
Whispering about loneliness