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Is it bad if I don't change?
The coming morning is frightening
Why can't I be obedient
Stop being the one that wavers
Nothing but dirty things
Frightening...
It hurts
The gaze of adults hurts
Look at me, living so pure
Tomorrow, like the blowing wind, it's gone from me
Mixed with the listless afternoon breeze
I hate the adults that make my world muddy
I can't see ahead on the slope to tomorrow
If I have to live this way from now on
I won't be afraid of changing routine and be happy
Isn't that right?
Nothing but dirty things
It hurts...
It hurts
The gaze of adults hurts
I, without a destination, was looking at the sky
Even if some do, I just don't want to become a dirty adult
The me that yesterday forcibly tried to become an adult
Unnatractive, gross, embarassing
Getting used to being alone, afraid of nothing
Look, a welcoming train is coming from the sky