This translation was made for sing along melody.

"answer"

Lyric&Music by Akane Hatanaka

 

 

Why is the world of perfectionism? 

When I go to station,

even a road of street is not allowed to miss one piece of asphalt.

Now, I'm afraid of walking. 

Because all my steps must be put correctly or absolutely.

 

Footsteps had been piled up so many, entangled.

It is all that resonate in the air. Each have one's struggle of survival.

Now, we're blinded. Why we're so lonely is not seen.

So, we are walking and terrified.

 

With the power that is the answer in the depths of my heart, I survive.

a fact and truth, not always the same

 

With faces of thousands which approach closer

In the wave of words covering exhaustively

What I continue asking while I'm swept away

 

it's not a witty answer

I need the difinite answer for me

 

At the gap of the crowded train, the city is flowing through.

I was just in the box, looking through the window of fixed sash.

I can not stop or I can not be in hurry. Therefore I am suffering.

 

With the power that is the answer in the depths of my heart,

I light on tomorrow.

a fact and truth, not always the same

 

wow...

 

Every minutes or seconds which approach closer

In the wave of times covering exhaustively

What I continue asking while I'm swept away

it's not a witty answer

I need the difinite answer for me

 

a fact and truth, not always the same

 

With faces of thousands which approach closer

In the wave of words covering exhaustively

What I continue asking while I'm swept away

 

it's not a witty answer

I need the difinite answer for me

 

 

a fact and truth, not always the same