Listening to the husky blues of a seventeen-year-old
I who love to dream are sighing sensitively
I can't say it's anything good.
Tirelessly looking for momentary joy
We who are noisy in the streets
There is a lonely figure in that stubborn heart and black pupils
On the backs of the crowded people in the train, I felt many stories
On the backs of my parents, I felt their single-minded devotion, which made me burst into tears recently.
Seventeen's map
I don't know what I was born for
A city that lends a helping hand without asking for anything from you
No matter what kind of survival
I won't give up on myself either
Push through the crowd and move along the wall
This city full of shackles makes me feel that I must live strong
The dry cold wind is blowing into my small heart
I looked back on the footbridge, the burning sunset
Now it shines upon everything that happens on the map of the heart
Excerpted from "The Map of Seventeen" by Yutaka Ozaki
Intention: