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 long,

It doesn’t mean they have restraint.


They still have the same emotion

They had when they were young.

They still carry all that pain

They thought they’d outrun.

They just don’t show it now—

Or maybe they’ve grown afraid.

They’ve learned to keep it quiet,

To let their colors fade.


They still have the passion,

They still have the dream.

They still have the love,

And they still have the pain.




【Afterword｜あとがき】

This piece is deeply personal, yet I believe its message is universal.

Everyone carries unseen burdens and untold stories—especially as we age.

If this poem speaks to you, then perhaps we’re not so different after all.


この詩は個人的な体験から生まれたものですが、誰にでも通じる普遍的な想いがあると信じています。

年齢を重ねたからこそ、誰にも見えない荷物や語られなかった物語を私たちは背負っています。

もしこの詩があなたの心に触れたなら、私たちは案外似た者同士なのかもしれません。




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