I somehow or another try to be a good kid, even so
Why am I laughed at? Is it bad to not be a good kid?
Isn't there a thrill in being together with everyone?
How many stars have I counted, already?
Must I grow up, unable to return to the past?
I'm hiding myself behind a smiling face
Hoping my transparent character will somehow change!!
I wanna be a good kid. I wanna become one!
I want to cry as I please!
Everyone is calling in my direction
I want to go towards their applause...
...I hardly regret it. Nothing can compare to it
The stars that know my true self have already
Concealed their tears of understanding, however
I'll make a wish to the shooting star
"Could my transparent character somehow change?"