Can’t we put an end today 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 PhaseThere’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