"You're still young
You're too crazy
You don't understand love"
Papa says
"You can't find
The fragments of value
Of giving love to men"
Papa says
No. This time I plan
To turn my back at dad and leave
Surely it's the beginning of the end
I'm trying to disobey dad
I hear the cicadas
Ah, summer has come
A long silhouette falls
On the white road
Before choosing a heart
I went and returned many times
"I want to live betting everything to love"
Is what I think
But dad surely is alone now
While smoking with his pipe
He's standing at the window
Overflowing with the summer lights
Surely it's the beginning of the end
I'm trying to disobey dad