I can't quite complete it just by being taught.
The calculations should be correct, but I feel like I've been forced into a mold.
Even on creaky rails, we continue onward towards tomorrow, undeterred.

Even if you're crawling on the stage meant for you to dance and spread your wings
I've known for quite some time that I've been being manipulated.
Even so, even so
I'm still desperately trying to survive, dancing along, with no ideal future in mind.
It's not prepared, but I'm still wishing for it. Oh, light, light.

I've started saying "Oh well" more often, not because I've grown up.
I'm sure there's something strange in the air
There are some people who don't like us overthinking things.
They're probably just mixing it and letting it pour out.

Even if you're crawling on the stage meant for you to dance and spread your wings
I've known for quite some time that I've been being manipulated.
Even so, even so
I'm still desperately trying to survive, dancing along, there's no ship heading towards the answer.
It's nowhere to be found, but I'm not running away, I'm still dancing.
It's not the right rhythm, though.

I dream, then I'm crushed, I get up, then I yearn again and wander.
A dance called青い春where you think you know yourself, only to become confused again.

Even if you're crawling on the stage meant for you to dance and spread your wings
I've known for quite some time that I've been being manipulated.
Even so, even so
I'm still desperately trying to survive, dancing along, with no ideal future in mind.
It's not prepared, but I'm still hoping.
Those days bathed in light