the place closest to heaven

Excuse me, but I’d like to eat that cheese burger!

O, bird that soars across the skies What color did the flower petals have when they scattered on the battlefield?

(If you have <love>?) These are precious things (Will you also have <rice? Comedy?>)* As childish as they may be Did you wish to regain them?

Spinning, spinning, spin-off, school life

Absurd school rules, senseless restraints Kick down those <doors> to your bird cage Youth leaps out in one moment of <eternity>

A silly and boisterous festival, a miraculous turn of events Like the fireworks that adorn the nightsky, it leaves behind brilliant trails

Who was it that looked upon the windy skies? Did the nighthawk burn brightly in its search for a star?

(Within the school gates[walls]?) There is no freedom to speak of (Will you bring an end to it?) In this merciless world Did you wish to destroy such a world?

Spinning, spinning, spin-out, school days

Meek obedience, enforced by the system Sow the seedlings of crimson fire Always right at the head of this endless battle

All the hustle and bustle, it’s like a fantasy Like the fireworks that paint the nightsky, it engraves these memories upon passing seasons

Can’t bear to look at these wounds? Who has 8th grade syndrome now? I’m not gonna ‘know my place’, cuz that’s the job of adults! We’re in 7th grade!

A scene we dreamt of, such passionate adoration Rid yourself of your weak hearts And move forth, steady in your advancement

Roll around in mud and open up those blossoms Like the fireworks that are drawn to the nightsky, it sings of a flaming hope

Ah...attack...attack...on junior high! Bravo!