<blockquote>It's all right if it's foolish The traces of the dream I look out over... Goodbye, Days of my youth Entrusting my body to the current, someday I'll become an adult Will I become dirty, little by little? Only the mature fruits are chosen And cut with a knife before being gulped down We aimed for Shangri-La- without suppressing our desire, Covered in daydreams, we kept searching for "freedom" Now we can say it- this is paradise Goodbye, days of my youth We wanted to grab the highest apple Even if we had to stand on our precious things to reach it We only notice what's important to us when we lose it We who are very young are always missing the target Suppressing happy days makes me feel unstable Although I'm wounded, I want to fly away It's all right if it's foolish, the traces of the dream I look out over Goodbye, days of my youth The shining sky was dressed in innocence But it knew everything... We aimed for Shangri-La- without suppressing our desire, Covered in daydreams, we kept searching for "freedom" I'll surely leave the distance behind, knowing my own largeness With my inexperienced heart not understanding even that Now I can say it- this is paradise Goodbye, days of my youth