AISubs v3
I like the window of the classroom after school
A row of desks and the remnants of the setting sun
In the bucket in the corner where someone forgot to put it
The graffiti I dropped with a fork
Now in the middle of my youth
My heart is screaming with a loud voice that I'm alive
Everything is lovely, everything is beautiful
It's shining brightly in this time
What kind of dream should I have? What kind of tomorrow should I aim for?
Hope is an impulse that I can never suppress