I forcibly tried to deck out my daily life to make it look more fun
I put more lies on top of the fake smiles and bitter smiles
Even though I gave you a bland bouquet of artificial flowers, you never answered me
It's like what is on the other side of the papier mache ended up showing through

You appeared under my eyelids before I closed my eyes
Before I opened the lid under which are my tears and my real intentions

On my 18th birthday

I'll most likely go to the other side
Even so, nothing will change
Time is urging us on without stopping

cold autumn
The full moon rose through the silent night
My feelings and your feelings were brought to the fore
I could tell you insincere neat sounding words as much I'd like to
But don't worry, because those things aren't written in my dictionary

The other side was always lacking in something
It looks like you realized that before I did

On my 18th birthday

I'll stand on tiptoes, because I want to look at the full moon from the same point of view as you do
Nothing will change
Apart from our feelings, and the time that has lapsed since our births

Happy Birthday
I'll [bad word] this Happy Birthday, and laugh with you
Once the wind that blows on the window will have put out the candle

We're changing little by little
Happy Birthday