Sunny
I drive out early in the morning.
Since I am alone, I sing along with Yutaka Ozaki in the car.
As I drove along the highway, watching the sky gradually dawn, tears suddenly came to my eyes.
“If I wade through the crowd and walk along the wall
I think, “I must live strong.
I have to live strong.
A gust of wind is blowing in my tiny heart.
On the pedestrian bridge, I look back and see the scorching sunset
On the map of my mind now
On the map of my mind now, the scorching sunset illuminates everything that happens.
Seventeen’s map”
The moving lyrics have not changed at all from when I was younger. In that sense, they have not grown at all.
The reason I cried was because I suddenly felt as if all the emptiness I had felt in my youth, all the various things I had stuffed into it, were sawdust.
Or perhaps there were precious diamonds in them, but I had turned them into sawdust myself.
Autumn sunrise, Ozaki, driving, tears blurring my vision…very, very dangerous.
I kicked an acorn in my rusty heart, autumn dusk
