Mr. Children – Any

Mr. Children – Any     

Only my façade was stroked, so  

I suddenly became fed up with everything  

As if I had dug up the darkness inside myself and writhed  

I’ve searched the truth for lies and

Searched lies for the truth desperately

Even if this place is not what I’ve searched for,

It’s not a mistake

I’m sure that there is more than one answer

In my self-portrait, which became dirty as I retouched it many times

I will paint my favorite background with 12 colors of my heart

While sacrificing and involving many things,

I have run complacently, and

Blamed the times for the way I am

While muttering, “Is there something better?”

I only brandish my armchair theories

Then, I’ve realized that stopgap measures won’t solve anything

Even if this place is not what I’ve desired,

It’s not bad

I’m sure that there is more than one answer

You say, “I love you”

These words delight me, even if they are a mere lip service

It is the truth for me

Crossroads, traffic lights, the smell of exhaust gas

Car horns, graffiti on a wall, and torn posters

Even if this place is not what I’ve searched for,

It’s not a mistake

I’m sure that there is more than one answer

In my self-portrait, which became dirty as I retouched it many times

I’ll paint my favorite background with 12 colors of my heart

I will paint

All of them are true

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信号機 [shingouki]: traffic lights, traffic signals