I will go on living.
The long days and nights that have passed,
since I long for them so much like this,
somehow I have no self-assurance.
Yet as long as I go on living,
since after all to persevere is my nature,
so it is I feel myself
to be a pitiable thing.
When I think about it,
since after all I will persevere,
sometimes I long for the old days, then
somehow I will get along.
When I consider, it’s easy.
In the end it’s a question of will.
I must muddle through.
As long as I do that, it’s all right,
Nakahara Chuuya, “Innocent Song”