Why I am like this?

When a bullet train went through your heart

Making it shake like a hell,

Drowning in your emotions once again

You have become a Nobita again.

Doraemon is whom you want,

But you are not a cartoon

Be mature what the world wants.

You are emotional, you are immature

That is what makes you pure

In a world full of cruelty.

Your purity makes you honest

Your purity makes you innocent

Your purity makes you gold

In the era of coal & dust.

Don’t smash yourself for being another Nobita,

Be proud that you are Nobita

Not everyone in this world can have a heart like Nobita.


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