The Moon that Blossoms Only in the Nighttime
There is no “right way” in this worldAs far as I’m concerned, those who think so are hypocritesNo matter how we and whoever understands looks at itIt’s a pointless licking of each other’s wounds
Usually, people walk in the most obvious shoes of anotherBut this giving of empathyMaybe it’s more simple thing
Let the moon’s light shine! We may have made mistakesBut we’re determined to shine on in order to not fall downThe light we call on for our “correct” futureIs not neon or from a streetlampIt’s from the perfectly round moon that blossoms only in the nighttime
Hey, Mr. Crazy, don’t you think?We’ve lost all understandingSo is it okay for us to believe in someone or hurt somebody?
Up until now, I’ve thought thatRather than being hated and aloneMaking enemies was much more enjoyable
Let the moon’s light shine! We may have made mistakesBut we’re determined to shine on in order to not get lostThe light we call on for our “correct” futureIs not neon or from a streetlampIt’s from the perfectly round moon that blossoms only in the nighttime
It’s the fault of everyday things thatFrom before we were ever born into this dirtied worldThe moon went on giving light without facing our backs!In a hopeless way to a bunch like us!
Even though we’ve done wrong, we’re not rotten yet, and we haven’t decayedHow long do you plan to cut into our past selves?
Let the moon’s light shine! I want to see the flustered face of this town that’s covered in liesAfter everything’s been brought out into the openAnd when there are still those who insist on pretending to keep calmI’ll whisper this single phrase, “How pitiful”Into their ears and laugh