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HOME by Shimizu Shota
After all this time, I can’t go back to that place…
Whatever wonderful memories I have,
I should keep them in my heart.
I still remember to this day. That’s good enough.
Don’t worry. I can still sing.
Someday I’ll go back. The home all my own.
Sudden (rain) shower
Ever-growing impatient irritation poured into my mind
Since then, many seasons have passed
But I could still hear the voice of my hometown
I left like I was too cool for it,
ended up letting down those who wished me farewell.
Such a tattered dream, alone there was nothing I could do.
At that time, the people I met…
Surely, people aren’t that strong That’s why
they become swallowed up by jealousy and pride
But, that version of me was gently held close. Sorrowfully I cried.
Right then, I understood my own weakness.
But my dream came true. I got a little worried about that.
So I built a home,
Kind of like a mansion. With such massive support,
I could see everything clearly. My whole world changed.
Breathing got a lot easier.
Second by second, we’re growing up, all of us.
That’s why I’m glad we met, glad it happened this way.
And so, I’ve said just about everything there is to say.
A place where your mind can be at peace. Everyone probably has one of these.
The people I grew up with,
The lovers I had by my side,
I’ve lost them all but… my hopeful dream
I lost that too, but once again I was reminded.
I got a new home right here. But I still remember…
Not getting much sleep, the same dream spun around in my head.
The place where I was accepted, that was the beginning of everything.
With no regard to the size of the cost
I need to be more responsive to love.
because I don’t want to be think it hurts.
because I don’t want to be dropped out.
Oh yeah, I found a new way to live
Fallen common sense spoiled with prejudice
so fragile it falls apart at the slightest confrontation
but somehow always smiling.
That way of thinking was surely
the first time. It was miserable yet beautiful but
the sparkle and shine of the clear sky
At that moment, once more, we started to cry.
When I look back on everything up to this point
floating smiles and tears
it’s enough to make me shudder.
That’s all tied up to my own future,
I believe. Home all my own
because I believe in it.
