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10 years later, 20 years later, the associated future
A wish from 5 years ago, megalomania
It's value today, feeling it acutely, let's share reality,
Wrong, that's not it, did someone win? I don't understand that
Round and round lost in a maze, lifeline following a line, gachunk gachunk
What is 20 year old me even doing with her life?
Is she breathing I wonder?
I want a long life into the fleeting future. I can't help but hope.
Can I hope that instead of think it? I want greediness.
Only what I want to do, covered in greed
The sun arriving with the morning, is opposite me
Subliminal from this moment
Cold, I take a breath, pedaling the reverb-pedal and the bike seat under the railway
Please, please, I stretch so far. As if they don't notice me.
I always want to see from the same point of view, now more than before. In the future more than now.
When I grow up, when I grow up,
Will my value not stay the same?
Even when I grow up, when I grow up,
I want to sing my own songs.
Middle of class, today a bit melancholy
Thinking about silly things in a narrow classroom
Like how I don't want to move seats. The bell rings.
Break time. A sale where we can spend money, let's go.
Chatting with friends, don't want age to interfere
Skirt folded twice, kind of short,
My teacher checks and frowns. Run away run away.
I want to use my hard-earned fashion sense. 5-6 hours on my eyes
Back to Homeroom. Then back to classroom.
Dropped item "Whose is it? I'll throw it out..."
Flustered owner appears "It's mine"
"Be more careful, haha". The usual scene. Peaceful routine.
After school, girl talk. What's happened lately, secret talks.
Speaking too frankly, joking too frankly, is how we like it
That's how the seasons go.
When I grow up, when I grow up,
Even when I grow up, when I grow up,
Don't keep doing whatever you like!
Scary teacher's patrolling
Taking your purse. Give it back, give it back
School the color of sunset, while we're playing
"Hey hey, don't step on my heels!" Fixing my loafers and putting on Socktouch right away
Rehearsed conversation, ah, it's time to go.
The sidewalk, a crossroads, I have to turn right.
Turn around and smile "Bye bye"
Waving my right hand, "See ya tomorrow"
Full of future's anxiety
But but wandering around this dazzling place, instead, putting things in black and white
The other side of anxiety, pounding heart, getting excited, there's me anticipating
Which is it really, this time can you recommend one to me?
But my eyes sparkle kirakira, and really I might be asking with a shimmering complexion
A journey of deep breaths, drawing close to an answer
When I grow up, when I grow up,
Will my value not stay the same?
Even when I grow up, when I grow up,
I want to sing my own songs.
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