To spitting out indifferent words

And crying over those memories?

Waiting for the “1, 2…” signal

Holding hands with you is

An act of courage for me

Phase

'Cause we shouldn't stand still, right?

Life is a sham

Don't say you can't do it

Don't say it

Don't say it's too late now

Come, come

Now we form a circle and start to spin

Bit by bit I come to hate it, but I come to like it

Hey, hey, I don't even understand the meeting of my selves(*)

We steadily close the gap

But we remain far apart

Da-dum, carried by the music we start to dance

Wretchedly, I come to hate it, but I come to like it

Hey, hey, I don't understand now or ever

Shake shake my heart

Yay

There's no such thing as a right answer

So, where the hell do I have to go

To find the end of this story?

Waiting for the “1, 2…” signal

Touching your hand is

An act of courage for me

Phase

There's no meaning to being humble and respectful

So bye-bye to my embarrassing dreams

From now on, forever, let's get along

Let's get along.

Come, come

We now avert our eyes from each other

Bit by bit I come to hate it, but I come to like it

Hey, hey, I don't even understand the meeting of my selves

I steadily become better

But I'm crumbling to pieces

Da-dum, you disappear before I can touch you

Wretchedly, I come to hate it, but I come to like it

Hey, hey, I don't understand now or ever

Until we can understand each other, we-

- Shouldn't say it's too late

Come, come

Now we form a circle and start to spin

Bit by bit I come to hate it, but I come to like it

Hey, hey, I don't even understand the meeting of my selves

We steadily close the gap

But we remain far apart

Da-dum, carried by the music we start to dance

Wretchedly, I come to hate it, but I come to like it

Hey, hey, I don't understand now or ever

Shake shake my heart

Yay

(*) “Jibun Kaigi” is a 1972 manga one-shot by Fujiko F. Fujio (best known as the creator of Doraemon).

The story is about a young man leading a lonely and impoverished life

who finds himself dragged by future versions of himself

into the titular “meeting of the selves.”

His various selves cannot get along, however, and the meeting ends in tragedy.

Translation by EJ/bluepenguin