The life that comes into this world tonight, and the life that dies away, and the life that's fervently shining, I've been living it so long in vain.

I often think ''On nights like these, I'd like to disapperar'', but then ''Well then disappear! Why have you been living until today?''

I'd like to think it isn't vain, so I've forced myself to run up until here.

And from here I plan to do the same. But what do I do if that's all in vain?

I often think ''On nights like these, I'd like to disappear'', but if it ended now it'd all be in vain, and since I want to leave something behind, I'll live.

At any rate, whether that's right or a mistake, only the future knows, so for now all I'll do is run.

If having been born in a miracle, then breathing is a miracle too.

Should I laugh here, should I cry here? Either way, it's still a miracle.

Lots of things happen in life. If you live long, that involves many pleasant and enjoyable things. But of course the same number of the opposite.

Thinking ''It's not supposed to be that way'' is just our hubris, and the events that triggered the thought exist countlessly in our past.

But even if we regret them one by one, at this point there's nothing we can do.

What matters most is in a deeper place, it gets close to the reason I was born.

From when my mom and dad met - even further, from my whole lineage, the place where I'll end up is the beginning of the cosmos. What are the odds?

Where did these feelings of ''I love you'' come from?

Where are they vanishing off to? Why are they vanishing?

If being loved is a miracle, then loved is a miracle too.

I was happy back then, so I'm glad it happened. I won't regret those miracles.

The frustration of biting my lip and crying, without any way to fix my helplessness, the pain and sadness of separation, almost like half my body being pulled away: If I can say those are miracles too, and if I can believe that, then even worthless things can become special, since they're miracles as they are.

If living on is a miracle, then having stumbled is a miracle too.

Walk it off or give up. Do as you'd like. That in and of itself is a miracle.

If having stumbled is a miracle, then this gloomy haze is a miracle too.

Stand against it or pull back. Those are our answers, and that's a miracle.