尾崎豊 – 卒業

Yutaka Ozaki – Graduation     

The shadow of a school building  

On a lawn  

The captivating sky  

I saw illusions while having real feelings  

Hearing a school bell, I sat at my desk in our classroom as always  

I pondered over what to follow

Feeling butterflies in my stomach,

I came to think that what I have is meaningless, and

I got bewildered

After school, we wandered around the streets, and

Walked forlornly with loneliness in our eyes amid the wind

At a shop saturated with laughter and sighs,

We competed for pinball scores

Our hearts were bored, but

As long as there were stimuli,

We kept chatting about anything in a bombastic fashion

We were not able to behave nicely as a sedate student

We broke glass windows of our school building at night

We kept flouting and struggling

We wanted to become free as soon as possible

Clashing with adults we cannot trust,

We forgave each other, and wondered what we understood about each other

While being fed up, we spent our time

The only thing we understood is

The graduation from this reign

All of us were excited about someone’s brawl

We wanted to know how much we are strong

Believing that all I require is might

I told myself that obeying means defeat

I acted tough even in front of my friends, sometimes hurting someone

Before long, all of us fell in love, and

Became crazy about romantic words and ideal love

I was told to become sly to survive, but

I believed in the honesty in loving someone

What is important?

I wavered between loving and activities for living

I didn’t give a shit about behaving nicely as a good student

At night, we roamed and broke the glass windows of school buildings

We kept flouting and struggling

We wanted to become free as soon as possible

Clashing with adults we cannot trust,

We forgave each other, and wondered what we understood about each other

While being fed up, we spent our time

The only thing we understood is

The graduation from this reign

What can I understand after graduation?

What will be left other than memories?

If everyone is a shackled feeble lamb,

Teacher, are you a spokesperson for feeble adults?

Where should our anger be headed for?

What will bind us from now on?

How many times should I graduate from myself, to find my true self?

The days we struggled with nobody noticing the framed freedom will end

Graduation from this reign

Graduation from the struggle

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校舎 [kousha]: a school building