Kanjani 8

The cold blowing wind shakes the flowers
I looked at my younger days with sympathetic eyes
Being thrown out isn't a bad thing
I'm beginning to realize that now

As I tidy up my messy room, as much as I like it to be
Even though I'm getting into somewhat of a bad mood

I have the feeling that right now, somewhere far away, someone is calling out to me
In a particular spirit, I'm going to set off on a destinationless journey

Right now, at the crosswalk that I'm stopped at
Only smiles overflow from me, to the people who are crossing
I'm spending my limited time the same way that I always do
With my changing feelings, for some reason, dear to me

If there's such a thing as a life without a single bit of futility
Then I, who am a little uncool, am fine the way I am

Even though my hands can't reach the paradise that I've dreamed of
I trust in my feet, that I'll continue to walk on with

Even if that important scene has faded
I won't forget their words

I'm throwing away the notebook that hurriedly put together
And instead I want to be pure white

Even though I'll definitely arive at the paradise that I've dreamed of
Riding on this boat that I constantly am rowing, I'm setting off

I have the feeling that right now, somewhere far away, someone is calling out to me
In a particular spirit, I'm going to set off on a destinationless journey