I want to destroy this momentI want to cling to this momentI don't understand myselfI shouldn't be able to do it all over againEven if I try to hide away in a city that no one knows aboutI'll still just think about the moment, over the window sillI want to run away from the urgeI'll be lost in excuses until I do run awayIf I follow my torn up memoriesI should be able to get back to thenLike the boy on that day, a long time agoI was born for my dreams to come trueI drew out the cosmos in the days when I was youngI'm a baby, I don't want to cryIf I have my grief in my own handsThen it will be so goodWhen it comes to fighting against lifeWin or lose, there's no helping itI understand things like thatI want to cry from the shockMy pulse races from running toward tomorrowI want to live honestlyI just want to live honestlyLike the boy on that dayI was born for my dreams to come trueI felt the breath from the days when I was youngI'm a baby, I don't want to cryIf I have my grief in my own handsThen it will be so goodI don't want to trip over someone's wordsI don't want to be deceived...Certainly tomorrow is shining tooIt's alright that I can't go back to the days when I was youngTomorrow's way of life, I'm afraid of it, butI can't go back to standing on the roadI was born for my dreams to come trueI drew out the cosmos in the days when I was youngI'm a baby, I don't want to cryIf I have my grief in my own handsThen it will be so good
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