My reality is different from yours.
My originality is still undecided.
It’s like we’re imitating something gallant, being forced to choose “Yes” or “No”.
Surprisingly, I’ve no need for anything in between.
Within these endlessly overflowing feelings,
There’s no release from the butterfly’s relentless dream.
But traveling down a thorny road again, we attain our sense of self.
This is why, just move it on!
We’re not done having fun yet, and tomorrow is still on hold,
As long as we can say this path is what we really want!
We perceive its true form: an endless daydream!
There’s no one else who can do it, so c’mon and start spinning this tale!
My community doesn’t have a place for you.
My efficiency is a love still undecided.
Determined to keep things minimal, we’re throwing out this and that.
Clearly, we’ve no right to say we aren’t free.
My friend, strike out against the strange things people say,
As they grumble over troubled, unfortunate times.
Our heartbeats loudly declare the passage of time,
As beads of sweat run down, sounding the alarm.
Saying farewell to what’s left behind, we attain our sense of self.
This is why, just move it on!
We’ll address our nagging inferiority complex beforehand,
‘Cause it’s no fun to live in uncertainty.
Unconsciously, we view this endless daydream.
Let’s take hold of it now! Give a swift kick to your regrets!
We’ve turned back again and again, but never stopped walking this road.
Move on! the thorny road, a brand-new unknown!
We’re not done having fun yet, and tomorrow is still on hold,
As long as we can say this path is what we really want!
We perceive its true form: an endless daydream!
Let’s take hold of it now! Grasp your true dream tightly!
There’s no one else who can do it, so c’mon and start spinning this tale!