Q

Why do you keep whining about it?
Why do you make excuses for it?
You don’t know the things that don’t matter,
I know there’s nothing we can do about it.

If I cry like this and keep repeating,
I’ll cry like that and keep repeating.
In the muddy sunset,
Your shadow pierces through.

Let’s make a promise, let’s pinky swear.

Now let’s ring out the song of proof,
To the endless questions that fade away.
Even if I find out the answer now,
What’s the point of knowing?
(La la la la la)

I counted the goodbyes,
Thinking of your hand.
I kicked your unyielding back,
With all my might.

When we tried to catch those curved emotions,
We took them in without a word.
In the muddy palm of my hand,
A small doubt floated up.

If I cry like this and keep repeating,
I’ll cry like that and keep repeating.
In the muddy dawn,
The colors of my eyelids are forced to show.

We were always right next to each other.

Now let’s run and find the impulse,
In the words I’m spitting out right now.
I’m sure I can only find lies,
What’s the point of knowing?
(La la la la la)

I can only see us,
The feelings I’ve built up,
Remain unspoken,
As I cry out desperately.

I counted the goodbyes,
Thinking of your hand.
I vividly remember the drops,
That rested on my eyelids.

Teach me how to forget the "now,"
The answer to this song,
The way to walk tomorrow,
Please show us.

Now let’s ring out the song of proof,
To the sadness that’s been cut off from me.
Now I’ll hold tight to that answer,
Forever and ever.
(La la la la la)

Thank you, goodnight,
Congratulations to you.
Goodbye to us,
Let’s keep this going.

Holding tight to the repeating answers,
To all the goodbyes,
To the emotions I’ve remembered,
I’ll embrace them endlessly.