Today's happy face, today's sad face.
Yesterday's weak self, tomorrow's strong self.
If it's you, who are you showing it to?
If it's me, who should I show it to?
Time is sometimes a cruel thing,
But the present is made by that cruelty.
Unceasingly searching for someone, an instant of release
Soon triumphs over the visiting fear.
As I don't even notice the flowers shaking before my feet,
I can't even look at myself in the mirror.
Today's happy face, today's sad face.
Yesterday's healed wounds and today's deeply opened wounds.
If it's you, who are you showing it to?
If it's me, who should I show it to?
The sanity and insanity that I was given and are mine only,
Both exist together without negating the other.
Futile things, spilled things, and useless things...
I'll choose with confidence, so I am of myself.
Because I have always defined happiness with my own standards.
Today's happy face, today's sad face.
Even if yesterday's healed wounds have opened today,
If it's you, who can you show it to?
If it's me, I want to show it to that person.
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