I walk upon, walk upon, these famous stairs
I keep to, keep to my own clumsy pace
Before I knew it, a yet-unknown tower
Was constructed, and I contemplated an answer there
I talk about, talk about culture with letters
Crack up, crack up, at a joke with no basis
Copying that once-famous madonna,
I set off on a bumpy road

On the other side of the shopping district,
They built a new mall
It's definitely more convenient now,
Even though I can't buy any more Chu-PETs
The idol I was into back in the day,
Recently became a mother
At the neighboring town's station,
I tearfully celebrated that

That isn't
Anything worthy of being called a miracle,
I think
So I'm trying to find a name for it

I pass the time, pass the time, with my eyes I can't open
Piling up, piling up, more and more dreams that'll never come true
This year I become an adult,
As I celebrate with a stack of paperwork
Everything that doesn't disappear is left behind, left behind
If I just close my eyelids, I can go back, go back
I gaze into
The newly-cleaned closet of dreams, as I think

Ah

That isn't
Anything worthy of being called a miracle,
I believe
It's so idiotic, really.

The overlapping skies fall down, fall down
A sour fruit ripens, ripens
The tower of the future that's flipped upside-down
Sort of looks like you
I hide my, hide my tears of happiness
The parachute opens, opens again
My Sunday best's become second place,
As I think about tomorrow!
Ah