I've grown up too much,
so I can no longer tell anyone when my heart feels heavy.
Whenever I think I'll share a little with someone,
my mind says again... let it be, I'll bear it alone today!
Because I've grown up, I have to stay cheerful.
Dressed up, hair combed,
I must step out in pressed clothes.
I can no longer
eat ice cream messily like children,
or stain my mouth pink
with rose-colored cotton candy.
I've grown up so much that
I can't sleep in the same bed as my mother or sister anymore.
It would ruin my 'privacy,' they say.
But while guarding this privacy so carefully,
somewhere along the way I grew up, became alone...
And because of that very 'privacy,'
I couldn't tell anyone anything.
Because I've grown up,
something inside has begun to die, all restlessness has settled in my knees.
Oh, when did I grow up so much!
Why did I grow up!
Why do people grow up!
What must I do to become small again?