I said I was aiming for that in the past,
But I hesitated, and you wouldnt understand me, would you?
You asked me with a blur look on your face; It was not right.
All right, it’s your job anyway, isn’t it?
What should I do to become a critic like you?
It must have been tough and full of complaints.
I wrote about good things and it finally became a song,
so Love this song.
You must be doubtful, right? Fake or real?
Then, how about you?
Collecting real things and fake ones.
And then labelling them a price.
That really is troublesome, and troubling.
What now about the future? Please tell me.
It takes a longer time to write than to read a letter.
Think about it.
Even if I was told off by negative and unfair commments,
I mustn’t be too mindful of it, right? This is not my job.
Tell the person who loves to compare.
With words that are filled with a little more love.
Even if there werent good things (in this world),
we would still be born.
Love oneself.
Even if we fall into depression,
there is no such thing as real or fake, isnt it?
Collecting real things and fake ones.
And then labelling them a price.
I say don’t lose out like that.
What now about the future? Please tell me.
Being told off everyday, I cant get anywhere.
There are no such things that say that I cant be
taken by papparazzis in magazines.
Can you do something that you really want to do now?
Of course. Of course, as always.
I can see the answer that I have been looking for.
Ah ah.
If I were a better child (person) I would have done better.
Love is all.
You must be doubtful, right? Fake or Real?
How about you, then?
Collecting real and fake stuff.
Then labelling them a price.
I say dont lose you so easily.
What now about the future?
Let me tell you…
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