If you know that you'll be disappointed, hurt, and lose everything, I don't need it from the bottom of my heart. In this world of waiting, living, and peace, my body is gradually leaving me. I hate the fact that everyone around me is smiling. To be honest, I think I've given up a little. There's so many things I can't hate. Don't worry, I know. Your fans are also great. Because they're the ones who have been by your side. Half of them pass by and leave, but I don't care. Anyway, in this ideal world, I can't help but fall in love with people. Then I'll try to hate you, too. I'll break the heart of the one who saw my heart. It's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess. It's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess. Even if the day I've been waiting for comes, even if I succeed, I'll notice. Don't worry, I know. We're fighting to decide what to do, but we're winning. Sometimes we forget what's important. I want you to scold me properly at that time. I don't want to lose you, so I'm always like this. It's okay, I just want those words. I don't want to lose you, so I'm always tight. The more I do that, the more I know it's going to break. I feel like I'm losing what's important to be clever. Adults are clever and cunning. Don't worry, I know. Your anxiety is just what I was holding. Time goes by so fast that it rots away, but parents are all equal. Even if the flowers wither and fall, even if the clouds fly away and blow away, even if people are born and die, they're all the same. If people can catch the meaning of being born by catching the happiness that comes with their own hands.