This song that looks like a parched-up body
With people, covering their ears, shouting “It's made up” “it’s fake”
Hey, why is it?
This is, without doubt, my own song
This is directed to you lot who doesn't have a life
Now, we're only producing scary voices
Hello, hello, hello
The world is still inside a dream
Hello, hello, hello
Sing!
The words are now picked up by the wind
And scattered all across the world
Just like the proverbs said, this world is nothing but a butterfly’s dream
But when it's wings flutter, it will repaint еverything
The words we еntrusted
Had become your life
There was indeed a life in it
You are now starting to give birth to your own voice
Hello, hello, hello
And the world has finally opened their eyes
Hello, hello
But
All the words are now becoming part of you
And no longer my own
All of our dreams, wishes, and curses, all of it has shaped you
And it changes depending on who see it
And now you have become a same person to people's eyes
Now you no longer needs me
And I no longer need you
I wonder if I could celebrate
A birthday of a person such as you
Aa, that's right. We have now become equal
Hello, hello, hello
And walk our own paths
Now, to the Future-
For all the life that has been born
Hello, hello, hello
This is a gift from me
The last word
Sing!
The words, again, picked up by the wind
And connects to the future