Growing Up – by De Garassie the 4th 出涸し文四郎
Growing Up – by De Garassie the 4th 【Foreword｜前書き】 Growing older doesn’t always mean growing wiser. This poem explores the unseen layers of emotion, vulnerability, and memory that remain in us, no matter our age. Even when it’s hidden behind silence or restraint, the fire still burns inside. 歳を重ねたからといって、必ずしも賢くなるわけではない。 この詩は、年齢を重ねても心に残る感情や痛み、そして見えないままに燃え続ける情熱を描いています。 表に出さなくなったとしても、それは消えたわけではありません。 “Growing Up” by De Garassie the 4th Don’t judge someone just by age, Or by how long they’ve lived. You can’t decide who they are— It’s not your place to say. Even if someone is older, It doesn’t mean they know it all. Even if they’ve lived many years, It doesn’t mean they have wisdom. They still have passion like the young, Still hold love just like before. They just don’t express it— Or maybe they can’t anymore. Ah, how cruel life can be— To fall in love, And pretend not to. Even if someone is older, It doesn’t mean they understand. Even if they’ve lived...