Alone under the pouring rain I wanted it to hit me and get me soaking wet I was trying to wash away My dirty body and my ugly heart
What am I supposed to believe in To live through this age? I ask myself, But there's no answer
I am not afraid of being hurt No matter how hard my road is I am insignificant Falling down on my knees I'll just turn into a bug
The wind makes me fall down But I have to get out of the mud I recklessly groveled Beautiful things Are things that have been washed By sweat and tears
What is true? What is fake? Even if I think about it If I take a shortcut I won't find the answer
I don't lament the fact I'm going to die No matter how long eternity is I am clumsy but I won't look back I'll just turn into an earnest bug
As long as I live I don't care if I'm unsightly On this ground I'm screaming out my soul I will cling onto the fact I'm alive
I am not afraid of being hurt No matter how hard my road is I am insignificant Falling down on my knees I'll just turn into a bug