Oyasumi, Kamisama

Got covered in mud
With tiny hands
Wiping away tears
I couldn't understand
Your feelings
It was really good

Got covered in holes
The dreams of the past
If they get hurt, the insides
Overflow
I can't understand
My feelings
That's really stupid

Goodnight, God
I can't be gentle
Growing up
Getting to know you
Waiting for a distant morning

One, two, three, four
While counting
They all
Disappear
Feeling like
I became a happy adult
I sometimes envy that

Goodnight, God
Still can't be gentle today
Growing up
Getting to know myself
The long rain stops

Surely life is always hard
It's more cruel than words
It's too late to pretend
To be cool
I don't want to become
Someone who hurts
Little by little, letting go of your hand
Turning a little towards the front
Still seeing your dreams

Goodnight, God
I can't be gentle
Growing up
Getting to know you, and eventually
Waiting for the morning to come