Didn't I tell toi already,
that toi would not be able to déplacer vers l'avant, vers l’avant if toi hid behind your weakness?
Look, my fragile inner self,
no matter how dramatic your stage play is, everyone still remains unimpressed.

Even in a night tormented par loneliness, I impatiently await tomorrow's light.
With the strength to admit that my weak self is merely bluffing,
I must get started! I can do it!
From there, I must face forward,
and start walking! Start running! Never stop!

It doesn't matter if my voice sounds out of tune;
I will scream "Why should I care?"
It's my turn! Can toi do it?
I'm no longer afraid of
what...