As the light closes
Even if the number of people I can't meet increases again
I couldn't become an adult
I can't tell anyone about it

Beautiful things, important things
So much that I can't hold it
I received it

Trace the clouds with your fingertips
What I can no longer see
To you who draws
Even if there are words to say
I wouldn't be able to find it

Even though I don't remember asking
I know I've been protected
I can't do it myself
I hope and pray that you will be kind

It doesn't suit me at all
Even though I lack everything
I don't know how to throw it away
i am here

Even if it's a paper rainbow
Even with a dirty baton
Something
If you find something to give
Can I hold my head up a little?

Closed picture book
On the last page
Whose life is this?
Whose life is it?

Whose life is it? Whose life is it? Whose life is it?

Your pure white future
Remain pure white
So that you can paint

Trace the clouds with your fingertips
What I can no longer see
To you who draws
Even if there are words to say
I wouldn't be able to find it

But someday you'll know who
I want to make幸せsomehow
On the day you wish
If I could smile and nod
Isn't that enough?
I think