Countless limits and a grasp of power too.
All put together is what I am.
Countless modesty, a grasp of reality.
All put together is what I am.

Until when? Until when?
Until when does sorrow and fortune live off of other?
Until when? Until when?
Until when does it repeat?"Bloom.""Wither."
"A-ra-ra-gi"yo...

Apologizing takes more courage and
tenderness than simply getting mad.
Being warm takes more power and
a bigger heart deep inside than being cold.

I make a recall, I make a recall, of those tender words that she said.
I make a recall, I make a recall, of those smiles she often putt on.
If I can wrap myself with tenderness someday.
If I can get to like myself as well someday.