Chittomo Shiranakatta

The rough wind stings my wounds
The mismatched night drags on

I feel like staining your courage
Unable to match your smile

Blaming being a burden on my terrible shoes
But you embraced me like that

The beast-like me, the muddy me
Became stronger, sharper, like a medal
To the timid me, the lonely me
You're kind, honest, it's okay
Because you smile with a displeased face
I quietly put on my shoes again

Did you cast a spell? Do you have wings?
Where did you learn that? Can I become like that too?
No time to fly in the sky, so don't worry, grit your teeth
Becoming strong like a rock
But you, soft as a feather, having such strength
I didn't know at all

Being a burden because of my stubbornness
So you laughed at my sleepy self?

The beast-like me, the muddy me
Became stronger, sharper, like a medal
The timid me, the lonely me
You're kind, honest, it's okay

But when I'm at my wit's end, I'll go see you
You'll probably laugh, even at my terrible shoes
I'll laugh with you
And become a little stronger than that time