Nukegara

On a summer day
We were always left out
In the faint light of hope
Melting away the gloom

The narrow path tightened
Today, the wind is strong
Even though nothing changed
I started to get scared and looked down

I don't really like the high sky
Neither the cicadas nor myself
If it's not true feelings, then I won't do anything anymore
If it's not true feelings, then don't do anything anymore

I wonder why we're crying
We used to be more well-behaved