The you that is there
isn't the only you there is now
You're living together with all the joy
and sadness you've experienced up until today

It's definitely alright not to say the things which are most important
The sky, the sound of [bad word] leaves, the world knows it all

Isn't freedom painful?
I've [bad word] an adult, haven't I?
Isn't freedom painful?
Just a little

There's something I want to convey more than a hundred words
I believe it'll be conveyed better than a hundred words

Though I ought always to have been close enough to you
to wipe away your tears
I didn't notice anything
of your pain and trembling

Because what is [bad word] important is fleeting like a tiny flame
So that the wind will not blow it out I'll hold out two hands

Isn't freedom painful?
I'm now alone, aren't I?
Isn't freedom painful?
Endlessly so

There's something I want to convey more than a hundred words
More than a hundred words, I'm thinking only of you

Isn't freedom painful?
I've [bad word] an adult, haven't I?
Isn't freedom painful?
Just a little

Isn't freedom painful?
I'm now alone, aren't I?
Isn't freedom painful?
Just a little

Isn't freedom painful?
Now you're alone, aren't you?
Isn't freedom painful?
Endlessly so

The you before my eyes
isn't the you, the only you, before me now
You're living together with
all the countless joy and
sadness you've encountered