Of course I'd have one or two secrets,
That's just how people are
Because nobody's strong enough to go without them
Once I became an adult, I thought that I would
Come to know all of them one by one
How foolish of me

Hypothetically, if everything were to be brought to light,
Surely, around half of my classmates would run away
The plot of an incident, a perfect crime
And the dark matter of the universe
Sit there in the background, so calmly

If the world is made up of secrets
Then what exactly is "righteousness"

The same as seven billion secrets,
Yet, why is it that I come to want purity?
When asked what justice is,
The two of them, so painfully honest
Cried out, "I don't know!"

Maybe, there was no such thing as "belief" in the first place
Maybe, there was no such thing as "loving" in the first place
Of course I'd have one or two secrets

I read the stories of the universe printed in the encyclopedia every day
I thought that the truth of the world would be on the last page
But time passed, and I grew up,
Steadily gaining the aura of an adult
And I gave up on that sort of idea

If the world is going to change into cold truth
Then maybe I'm better off knowing nothing

Unconditionally believing in one thing 
Is supposed to be something difficult, right?
Once I become an adult, I think
That I'll forget about everything, but...

Wouldn't it be so nice if the universe
Was like the seaweed on the onigiri the two of us ate?

Carrying all seven billion secrets
This tiny planet is still unable to breathe
The definition of "justice",
Is something that every single person decides for themselves
Let the two of us become one single secret

Maybe, there was no such thing as "belief" in the first place
Maybe, there was no such thing as "loving" in the first place

Perhaps, only the immature two of them could bring it all to light...