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In the exploding noise of the volume at full-throttle,
We feel the breath of youth
We’re replacing our mundane hopes and dreams with mundane disillusionment
in our fake superiority
Easily influenced, we spout obvious lies
Faster than the speed of time, we run, we get out of here
Accelerating the city, continuing to escape
We will never, ever, change

Interlude

I… I, yes, I… I remember.
Coming home from school, my mother would be deep frying chicken in the kitchen.
And with that smell of chicken, would ask, “Hey, are you hungry yet? Wait a second” And I waited for that time, watching the evening reruns of cartoons.
Watching Dororon Enma-kun.
Eating pork buns while watching. Outside, the dull purple of the sunset was stretching over the sky.
I, for some reason… for some reason, I remember.
Why is this? Well… ah…
Inazawa Kun, Inazawa Kun, today, let’s go drink some beers again

One day, the end of the season will come
And we will be feeling the cool impulses
We will never, ever, change