いい子したくてするなんてどうかしてるよ、それなのに

I try to be a good kid, somehow or other I am one, yet,

どうしてボクを笑えるの? いい子じゃなくちゃいけないの?

Why does everyone laugh at me? Must I be a good kid?


みんな一緒なんてスリルないんじゃないの?

Is it not a thrill to be together with everyone?


もうどれくらい星を数えてるの?

How many stars have I already counted?

戻れなくて年を重ねてくの?

Is it not possible to keep returning to the past?

笑顔の奥に自分を隠しても

I'm hiding myself behind a smiling face,

素顔のボクはどうか変わらないで!!

Because my face refuses to show emotions!!


いい子したいよ。なりたいよ。

I want to be a good child! I want to become one!

もっと自由に泣きたいよ。

I want to cry more freely!

みんながボクを呼ぶ方に

Eveyone is calling in my direction,

手の鳴る方に行きたいよ…。

I want to go in the direction of their praise!...


…くやしくなんかないよ。比べてなんかないよ。

...I don't especially regret it. I can't really compete against it!


素直なボクを星はわかってるの

The stars understand my childish self,

涙のわけはかくしたままだけど

Still concealed because of tears, however,

流れる星に願いをかけるのよ。

I make my wish to the shooting star:

「素顔のボクはどうか変わらないで」

"Please, could my face show my true emotions?"