***Translation*** "About me" When did I stop saying "I don't like what I don't like?" I felt nauseous even about putting on my shoes before the last stage. The limit is far beyond my reach. I could be broken, but remain fine. I wanted to use the power of alcohol to say "I want you to love me". I still have a spoiled guts hard to get rid of, and loath myself. I've grown up since then. But I have many things I don't know and pieces of incomplete common sense I can't break down. "Is it over? Do you want to stop? Don't you move?" I ask myself, ask myself many times. "'I'm fighting desperately,' No, you just collected allies." I polish the title of the provisional champion to feel secure. "Can you or not? Will you or not?" I pretend to be okay, and just protect the middle of the empty balance in equipoise. "Let's stop. Let's run away. Let's give up," I ask myself, ask myself many times. Even if I'm defeated by the blue of the sky, I can't see him smiling, or your silly lies, your trace away from me and your gentle songs turn into knives, I want to go on, but I can't. Still I want to dream. Still I want to dream. Still I do dream.