Mr. Children

No matter how many hours I sleep, I'm still tired
Recently I've been going home without loitering around
I want to go to sleep, and have happy dreams

The city is like a cell of a futuristic city from an Iezuka manga
Modernization moves forward at a high speed, but it's kind it makes me feel kind of melancholic
On the other hand, I've got the moment in the palm of my hand

My dreams that I launched on 3, 2, 1, 0
Oh, oh, oh, where? Where did they fly off to?
Can you see them?

Bruce Lee and John Lennon are gone from the world now
Shall we embed that kind of passion, that kind of emotion, into our genes?
Yes, as we sing, as we shout

Someone's dreams that were knocked down on 1, 2, 3, go!
It's now, oh oh oh, too late to redeem them
I got used to it gradually

Dreams, we just gave praise so that our dreams would be wonderful
And that they would be glorious
How is that practical?

The lives of hundreds of thousands of people were taken in an instant by nuclear and biological weapons
Didn't even something like that begin with purity
From the small dreams of a nameless chemist?
And now we again, for the sake of our own happiness
Use science as a weapon to try and control the lives of living things

And the march continues on, to a future far off in the distance

It's troubling, isn't it? Good dreams can become bad ones, with the right reasons
Oh oh oh oh yes, it all hangs in the balance in our hands

Now, let's launch them 3, 2, 1, 0
Oh oh oh oh, our dreams
Everything is made from a dream
Everything is made from a dream