wakakari shi hi wo omou archaic smile
roujin wa nani wo satoru no ka
togatta jinsei wa tsurai no ka
keiken to iu mono wo subete
hohoemi no kate to suru no ka
nigai omoide wa shouka suru no ka
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile
shinayaka ni kakareta kotoba no otoshi ana ni kizuku
ni wa mada
wakasugiru yo na tooi yo na
machinaka de denshoku ni kuru matte
shuuchishin f**itobashite mitai
hohoemu tame ni... ta ga tame ni?
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile... smile...
itsu no hi ka tasogarete
utsukushiku mieru no ka
haiiro no toshi ni natte
BARAiro ni hohoemetara ii kedo
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile... smile...
I think of youthful days, archaic smile
What do old people understand?
Is a life tapering off hard?
All of the things called 'experience'
Do they provide smile food?
Do bitter memories get sublimated?
I haven't yet noticed the trap in words written flexibly
I'm too young; it's far away
Wrapped up in illuminations downtown,
seems I can just brush off my shyness
For the sake of smiling... for whose sake?
One of these days, will
dusk falling look lovely?
As we turn a grey age
despite wanting to give a rose-colored smile
roujin wa nani wo satoru no ka
togatta jinsei wa tsurai no ka
keiken to iu mono wo subete
hohoemi no kate to suru no ka
nigai omoide wa shouka suru no ka
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile
shinayaka ni kakareta kotoba no otoshi ana ni kizuku
ni wa mada
wakasugiru yo na tooi yo na
machinaka de denshoku ni kuru matte
shuuchishin f**itobashite mitai
hohoemu tame ni... ta ga tame ni?
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile... smile...
itsu no hi ka tasogarete
utsukushiku mieru no ka
haiiro no toshi ni natte
BARAiro ni hohoemetara ii kedo
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile
Oh... how can you smile?
Where does that smile come from?
Oh... how can you smile?
Tell me how to smile... smile...
I think of youthful days, archaic smile
What do old people understand?
Is a life tapering off hard?
All of the things called 'experience'
Do they provide smile food?
Do bitter memories get sublimated?
I haven't yet noticed the trap in words written flexibly
I'm too young; it's far away
Wrapped up in illuminations downtown,
seems I can just brush off my shyness
For the sake of smiling... for whose sake?
One of these days, will
dusk falling look lovely?
As we turn a grey age
despite wanting to give a rose-colored smile