Can't understand some of those mothers,
who don't even seem to bother to see their children
I often meet them and I wonder,
why they can't see the kind of humble beautiful people they have made
Everything's wrong and undesirable
Open your eyes and see your miracle

Somebody said I'm inconsiderate
There's just some things I cannot tolerate

Somebody said,

You never hold yourself responsible,
but I work day and night to cover for your mistakes
Sometimes there is no given ending
It's ironic how it's all depending on the things you don't say
Everything's just ugly and terrible
Open your eyes and see your miracle

Somebody said I'm inconsiderate,