Alone under the pouring rain
    I wanted it to hit me and get me soaking wet
    I was trying to wash away
    My dirty body and my ugly heart

    What am I supposed to believe in
    To live through this age?
    I ask myself,
    But there's no answer

    I am not afraid of being hurt
    No matter how hard my road is
    I am insignificant
    Falling down on my knees
    I'll just turn into a bug

    The wind makes me fall down
    But I have to get out of the mud
    I recklessly groveled
    Beautiful things
    Are things that have been washed
    By sweat and tears

    What is [bad word] 
    What is fake?
    Even if I think about it
    If I take a shortcut I won't find the answer

    I don't lament the fact I'm going to die
    No matter how long eternity is
    I am clumsy but I won't look back
    I'll just turn into an earnest bug

    As long as I live
    I don't care if I'm unsightly
    On this ground I'm screaming out my soul
    I will cling onto the fact I'm alive

    I am not afraid of being hurt
    No matter how hard my road is
    I am insignificant
    Falling down on my knees
    I'll just turn into a bug