Though I say that “I’m alright”,

this ever-blundering me is—

to tell the truth,

even more delicate than grass

Come to think of it,

though always putting up a front,

there were many, many times I’ve cried

while on the way home from school

In the time between dreams, reality and the screen,

was the midnight (occurring) only several times a month

Seventeen fortunes

but even then

I sometimes become uneasy

I don’t know the future;

the me 10 years later

Seventeen is sensitive

So much that one world could end

from just a tiny little sneeze

That’s how fragile it is, isn’t it?

Seventina

Music/Illustration/Movie： Harumaki Gohan

And then,

once I got to school, it was a simulation

as I hung my head low till I reached my seat

Between the one I can’t get along with

and the one I do get along with—

was a point-on-the-diagonal-line Me

Hoping I don’t end up alone;

A rather delicate glass heart

Seventeen is loneliness

And

that’s why I always become uneasy

I’ll come to know the future;

The me 1000 years later

Seventeen is thinking

For just as many times as I cried,

a stranger

would be laughing

Ah, how unfair it is, right?

Seventina

We grow up

We drink water

We aren’t eternal

Even if that’s a given,

Even if that’s the case,

Everything was still shining

That’s

18,

19,

20,

Gradually,

I become unable to see it

That’s

21,

22···

I wonder if I’ll be able to remember

If I’m not Seventeen,

And if

I ever were to lose it,

I’ll say it time and time again—

the way to love this world

Seventeen is endless

If I were to recall the weakest

yet strongest

me in history,

then there isn’t anything to be afraid of anymore

Seventina

This ever-blundering me is—

This ever-blundering me is—

Seventina Translation: Shiopaca