Whenever I look down, I'm alone; I cover blanks and fill the patchwork path
Mixed up in smoke, "losing way"; a daily battle against ashen solitude

The number of sighs was growing by the day
small radiance that prayed to an empty sky

An adult's situation full of spaces
Seemingly close yet growing distant...
I caught a glimpse of a "future" I could wander
"Correct" or "mistake", there wasn't such a definite thing
Just nodding in assent in the fleeing time...

The pair being washed away; just hesitation
"I don't understand" Just because of that...
Piling up "feelings" were growing stronger; I questioned it often

Nothing [bad word] on the right or left
The one that sliced away at obtained time is you

Our freedom that were being absorbed
Whenever it grew distant I would draw it closer
faraway "future" that had a shape
"Correct" or "mistake", seeking out such a definite thing
Just started [bad word] through the fleeing time

The me that I had passed by was always
Searching for [bad word] of the "future"

Nothing [bad word] on the right or left
The one that sliced away at obtained time is you

An adult's situation full of spaces
Seemingly close yet growing distant...
I caught a glimpse of a "future" I could wander

Nothing but selfishness; no more
I don't want to be abused
An eternal wish that won't vanish, I won't stop
"Correct" or "mistake", seeking out such a definite thing
I now overtake the fleeing time