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