everyone in this town wants to be something other than themselves
I...
(Keep on pushing, step by step... Keep on trying, day by day)
gazing in the mirror, I suddenly think of a future with you
I'm always a little anxious it's hard
are longing feelings a mark of inexperience?
when it comes to stored up dreams, they are still flexible
wow wow everyone in this town wants to be something other than themselves
the me I am now is like that, but
wow wow I convince myself that the head winds and the cross winds are tail winds
raise my sail to the cold sky and continue on
alone, I walk the path home that I've gotten a bit used to
the clouds look like you my chest is tight
are lonely feelings a mark of weakness?
the sounds I continued to search for are in my ears
wow wow everyone in this town wishes for someone close to themselves
for instance, like you
wow wow if the detours and animal trails are all paths continuing to dreams
I don't mind I'll advance barefoot
each time I look back to the past, it seems to end without regret
I just want to pile up days like that forever
wow wow everyone in this town wants to be something other than themselves
right now, I'm like that too, but
wow wow I've been seeing a "self" who wants to struggle to a destination beyond that
right now, I haven't reached it yet right now, I'm just continuing to advance
(Keep on pushing myself...)