It's the end of a century after a hundred years; I was told to cry yet I laughed It's the end of a century after a long time; I'll dash out to a broad world Things that I was starting to understand when I was a child I grew up and I still don't understand them I'm not remarkable I'm not even praiseworthy What I understand is the pounding in my chest It's not even the answer; it's not even true What I believe in is the pounding in my chest Only in the pounding of my chest I don't know if it's cool But I had an irrepressible dream Rather than pitching a plan and patiently waiting, I'll run into it still as a child Even if I raised a flag at the end of the universe I still don't understand the mystery of the universe