I've worried since yesterday, but it seems like forever.
My dream of us was cut off in the middle
And I want to know the end.

Ah God, I want time to stop.
My books, my uniform! My hair isn't dry yet.
Ah, help! My hair ribbon isn't right!
Because of the boy in my dream.
Why was my heart suddenly pounding?
Is love like the sweet bitter taste of marmalade on burnt toast.
That is why I worry.

Why am I feeling like this?
Now I want to see his smiling face more than anything.

Translated by Bruce Duffy and Mika Hippen