黒夢 – 少年

Kuroyume – A Boy     

In this seemingly lax town,  

The handcuffs called morals are about to be slapped on my wrist,  

While I’m chewing tasteless gum  

Baby, a throng of people pass by me with the same face  

Tomorrow, I wanna remove my shackles even by force

A recluse mocked me for being in a hurry

(Sunday) I’m quiet and feel too languid to have a smile

(Myself) I put my palm on my chest on that day

The door has been slightly opened

I’ll scramble out of this small basement,

Where I feel crazy and distraught

Sticking to his faint hope, a boy believed in

Going against everyone’s voice and dream

A nameless guy wore a very expensive chain necklace

“It does not suit you at all”

I brush him off, while looking away

One day, I exhaled a smoke of a cigarette in a lazy manner

Someday, I hope to follow my heart

I’m sure that the door has been opened

I won’t look back

In this crummy paradise, no spirit remains

The boy is singing to dispel a little hesitation

Doubting and doubting

Without imitating anyone or believing in anyone’s words

The door has been slightly opened

I’ll scramble out of this small basement,

Where I feel crazy and distraught

Repeating his short prayer, the boy believes in

Going against everyone’s voice and dream

Flouting and flouting

Boy!

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手錠 [tejou]: handcuffs