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Miseinen: Only Yesterday

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"minderjährig"

Recklessly, I searched for something.

It's fine even if I stumble so.

I know I used to look foolish,

just wanting to run ahead without regretting...
 

The only thing I can trust is myself,

Companions are somewhat unnecessary.

The blade which faces just about anything.

The fragile wings of puberty can't take flight...
 

I want to become stronger; to have the strength to live alone.

The truth is that I'm just afraid of being betrayed.

"You can't change anything by just running away"

That I understand but the me who can't be changed, exists...
 

The triumphantly adorned solitude called PRIDE,

it was just a wing used for escaping to useless ideals.

The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT,

behind this light, there wasn't freedom.
 

Teenage bluely days I remembered the stormy days,

and realised the burden of solitude I carried.

I was tired.

In truth I'm just alone,

and I didn't wish for it...
 

The triumphantly adorned solitude called PRIDE,

Was just wings used for escaping to useless ideals.

The triumphantly adorned self-assertion called RIOT,

Behind this light, there wasn't freedom.
 

Acting strong will just make you forget your real face so,

it's important to extract power and depend on someone once in a while.

Being wounded, being injured, being hurt;

During the times when you want to cry,

face the vast sky and cry out as loud as you can...
 


 

I don't want to forget to myself...

I want to be as I am...
 


 

As weak as I am, you taught me your back for my sake.

The cheers of encouragement from my father, mother and friends gave me light.
 

The triumpahntly adorned solitude and the wounds of puberty

were just wings used for escaping to useless ideals.

If there were freedom in that cloudless blue sky,

it doesn't make any difference if these wings of pride are torn to shreds.

I start running recklessly, aiming at the skies.

If I spread my wings and taking to the skies, the point where I fall is "Freedom", I guess.
 


 

I have a wonderful family, as well as amazing friends.

If the best days were born again, we'll see each other then...



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