I’ve thought but without understanding Under the blue sky, I stood there waiting The wind blowing at noon that day My imagination drifts away Hey, I sometimes wonder where am I supposed to go? I still haven’t learned how to take a step forward Looking straight into your gaze, Without saying a word, I simply turned away I’ve thought but without understanding Living through youth is a boring thing I want to give up the piano But I keep tapping my desk on though Hey, I sometimes think what will I do in the future? Surely, music is just a foolish answer But please don’t worry, okay? I know even if I chose just one heartstring to pluck and prose It would never disappear from me You see, because it’s a part of me Oh, I remember I know that I can’t be wrong Although I don’t care I don’t understand it Whether this is love, or the world, or bitterness, or just life: but does it matter? And wanting to know right from wrong is just a self-defense technique It must be your fault that I had thought that I’ve thought but without understanding Why I don’t want to grow up, really, truly I know that I will die one day, and I can feel my heart empty out from thinking that way “What are you going to do in the future?” As for me, I know that when I’m an adult That I won’t have done a thing How can I say that I hate people that put on a happy face? When I know they won’t understand This inferiority complex in me In my mind, it’s a ghost that’s haunting me I know that I can’t be wrong You’re different from me and yet you’re human Not having that love, or kindness, salvation or foundation: don’t you think that it hurts? Love songs like this one just hurt me, but that’s a self-defense technique But do I not care? Although it’s your fault I’ve thought but without understanding Why is it so painful to keep living? Why can’t I make a living writing music? Who really cares if they’re all lazy lyrics? I really don’t care I know that this isn’t wrong There’s just no way I’m wrong Yes, surely, I’m not wrong… And yet I know that I’m wrong, known it all along But I don’t care at all Whether this is love, or the world, or bitterness, or just life: but does it matter? Unable to say the right answer is a self-defense technique I really don’t care, since it’s all your fault Ah~ Even I once had faith in something That feeling was reduced to nothing I wrote to you so many times And I didn’t care if I’d have wealth or fame in life It’s all true, really it’s true That’s how it was for me then And that’s why I chose And that’s why I chose to give up on the music
