Birthday
On my Birthday, I was born, and fellA Bright lightA demon child, an angelic child
When I comprehended love I was perplexedWhat on earth will I become?Ah
I came running only through the street where flowers bloomIn the ripening spring, the scent maturing
The freedoms crowding me were startling,I tried crying and laughing
I had caught a small bugRunning around going somewhereCome over here, come over hereI met you, I met you!
It continues to turnIf somehow, I could stop the hourglassThinking what ifJust thinking what if
On my Birthday, I was born, and fellA Bright lightA demon child, an angelic childWhen I comprehended love I was perplexedWhat on earth will I become?Ah