Miseinen (inglês)

I was frantically looking for something

it's okay to stumble, so go forward

I know it's foolish, I just run on without regret

the only one I can trust is myself, I didn't need friends

the fangs I bared at anything and everything

sexual stuff in adolescence is delicate and fleeting

I wanna be strong, give me the strength to live on my own

honestly, I was just scared of betrayal

I knew that nothing would change if I kept running away

but I couldn't change myself.

the loneliness I prided myself on

was a pair of wings to escape to my worthless dreams

the self assertion I prided myself on called 'RIOT'

there was no freedom, nothing beyond this light.

Teenage Bluely Days

I was drowning in each rough new day

before I knew it I was shouldering such loneliness

It was hard. To be honest,

I really didn't want to be on my own.

since always pretending to be strong makes one forget one's true face

it's important to occassionally loosen up and rely on others

hurt... when you want to cry, face the great big sky

and scream out in a loud voice

that you want to forget yourself, so you can keep being who you are.

the encouraging voices of my father, my mother, and my friends

spurred on, even one so weak as myself, they gave me light

the loneliness and pain of my youth that I prided myself on

were a pair of wings to escape to my worthless dreams

if there's freedom to be had in that clear blue sky

I wouldn't care if these wings I'm so proud of were torn off

I began running, frantically aiming for the sky

I spread my wings and flew away, and the spot where I fell

was 'freedom'.

with a wonderful family, and wonderful friends

these were the best days of my life, if I'm reborn

let's meet again...