[Verse 1] Like a single stone piled up to become a wall. Wisdom of life contained in a short word. "Back in my day," even if I hate it. There are things you only know by living. [Pre-Chorus] Even if you let it pass in one ear, sometimes you take it to heart. A slow word in a world where everything is fast. A insight that unknowingly delves into life. Growing little by little like an abandoned seed. [Chorus] As youth is not an award earned through effort. Old age isn't a punishment you received because you did something wrong. We who saw the world with different eyes. They are the same flowers blooming on different paths. [Verse 2] Making it into something difficult and trivial. Calmness is the ease of someone who has endured life. "I've done it all," even if it's boring. There are things you only realize over time. [Pre-Chorus] Even if we ignore each other and speak in different languages. As you clash, understanding gradually grows. The scattered words become one piece. Completing the puzzle that continues through generations. [Chorus] As youth is not an award earned through effort. Old age isn't a punishment you received because you did something wrong. Although we have crossed different seasons, They are the same flowers blooming on different paths. [Bridge] In words that sounded like nagging. There are wounds and dreams hidden that I haven't seen yet. I'm nodding my head belatedly too. Someday, it will become someone's old days. [Chorus] As youth is not an award earned through effort. Old age isn't a punishment you received because you did something wrong. We who saw the world with different eyes. They are the same flowers blooming on different paths. The same life blooming under the same sky.
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