If I'm writing to you just now, there must be a reason
It's not like San Lorenzo, there are no crazy stars
There are no desires left unspoken like before
Destiny has its punctuality
You fought like a man with the bad company
No one is ever ready when it's time to leave
You prayed, cursing in anger, for all the agony
For the choices that God was making
There are no more firecrackers
And not even the Vitt Diary
The girls who used to glance in church are all brides now
They're all gone from here
Your mother doesn't lean out the window anymore, shouting "come home"
Your curiosity is gone too
Where are the girls who used to choose between us?
And where is the training ship that you confused with love
And maybe it was more than ever
There's no more volleyball and your tools, the Hi-Fi, are gone
All your troubles are gone too
When you're only eighteen, there are so many things you don't know
When you're only eighteen, maybe you already know everything
You should never have to grow up
If I'm writing to you just now, it's because I'm like this
I often arrive late
When I'm already memories that have taken up residence here
What I said isn't true, there's so much to say that you're here
Have a good journey and then, then rest if you can