Anon · 2mo
I wanted to rush into adulthood
That was all I could think of at the height of my youth
Rap skill that puts adults to shame
But they still called me the eldest son’s lackey
Compared to the second son at least, I’m high spec
So a Wizard at 14, I called myself
Recovered my smarts
But deep down I’m not calm in the slightest
‘Bukuro City in the distance
Data collection and analysis--but first
The weeders work before my eyes
After watching them,
I, first star of the evening, am tiny
And unrefined; meanwhile he puts his all into everything
”Surprisingly impressive…”
Not that I’d ever admit that to anyone
On the road that I chose for myself, clearing the way of my own accord
Winter turns to spring, spring turns to summer
Heart burning deep and pure red like a torch
Green Spring to Scarlet Summer gotta move on
Right, it’s time to move
Buster! Burning with a passionate red--Scarlet Summer
Ride on ride on
Ride on ride on
Sailing on beyond the wild waves-
Lift the anchor
At the helm of the ship,
My heart calms
Like the ocean breeze
I always longed for adulthood
The stairs I’m climbing ultimately lead there
Eldest brother admired as my goal,
I wanted to get even closer to him
But I can’t simply keep chasing his back
No matter what I do, I can’t become him
That’s why, with my own methods and means
I need to become someone else’s dream, their admiration
First off, don’t act like a spoiled child--
That’s what I want to say to my past self
Three arrows bound together never break
Because each of them is strong alone
Let’s begin again from here
Ears of rice grow back stronger after they’re flattened
So no matter how many times we might bend
We’ll never break
That I swear
Scarlet Summer, 1, 2, 3, then it’s 3
Move on, it’s the magic number
Scarlet Summer, that will remain a constant
Move on, but I don’t need magic any longer
Scarlet Summer, whether I’m “adult” or not
Move on, doesn’t mean a thing now
Scarlet Summer, bury it, bury it, buried it
If one day I could possibly
Accept the past me
Then surely that would mark
Green Spring to Scarlet Summer
That is “adulthood”
Yes, it must be
Must be
On the road that I chose for myself, clearing the way of my own accord
Winter turns to spring, spring turns to summer
Heart burning deep and pure red like a torch
Green Spring to Scarlet Summer gotta move on
Right, it’s time to move
Buster! Burning with a passionate red--Scarlet Summer
On the road that I chose for myself, clearing the way of my own accord
Winter turns to spring, spring turns to summer
Heart burning deep and pure red like a torch
Green Spring to Scarlet Summer gotta move on
Right, it’s time to move
Buster! Burning with a passionate red--Scarlet Summer
Ride on ride on
Ride on ride on
Sailing on beyond the wild waves-
Lift the anchor
At the helm of the ship,
My heart calms
Like the ocean breeze
