I put my cold guitar back into its case.
There are still many people passing by but I don’t feel like playing more today; Getting all right

I get advice by adults I can’t respect
and think “I don’t want to become like you”

I get into the subway in my dirty jeans
And see myself reflected in the window
There’s no way I’ve changed, I’m still like myself in those days

I wish I had a little money

How Crazy; Stop talking about me like you understand
How Crazy; I’ve escaped from this ship sinking into the deep sea

I’m always in love love love with my dreams
I can’t be naïve to them; How Crazy

The stairway in front of the station that leads above ground is
always so dark, it makes me feel uneasy

In the parking lot of convenience stores at twilight
There are children slightly waving to me, unaware of tomorrow

Give them knowledge so they won’t be beaten down in the future
I want to persuade them, but I can’t speak elegantly
It’s no good like this, but they can’t agree

oh god, I think this is slightly unfair

How Crazy; Stop talking about me like you understand
How Crazy; I’ve escaped from this ship sinking into the deep sea

I’m always in love love love with my dreams
I can’t be naïve to them

Even for students that work hard,
If their continual efforts don’t get results their family will surely regret it.
Even if you do well at getting by in this world,
It’s hard to respect that kind of life; um Baby.
For just how long will you hold onto those feelings consisting of nothing but contradictions?

How Crazy; Stop talking about my like you understand
How Crazy; I’ve escaped from this ship sinking into the deep sea

I’m always in love love love with my dreams
I can’t be naïve to them; How Crazy

I gently took my freezing guitar
into my arms and sang alone
like in those days