I do whatever suits my mood, a boy picking out enemies and fighting.

No hopes for the future, I wanted to be drawn in a dream.

And yet I fear the future, hating tomorrow, wishing towards the past.

There's no longer anything I can do, so I shout out. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, don't come."

Leaving the old me behind, the moon sets and the sun rises.

But that night was different from all the others when you took my hand.

The Big Dipper's first star illuminates the darkness, dancing into the sky and beyond this world.

"Let's start facing towards tomorrow again, both you and me. If this is to end as a dream, at least allow me to change yesterday."

But I won't say anything like that, so let me keep smiling together with you. Tomorrow as well.

Ever since then the world's been completely different.

That's what I honestly believed.

Yet, no matte...