Because you lack talent, so what?
Go ahead and do it, protagonist.
The cells you received as a gift,
Aren’t they as you hoped?
Excessive longing,
Now it’s painful, isn’t it?
You’re learning about many things,
You’re remembering supporting roles,
In the vacant seat you thought you gave up,
An emptiness is sitting.
No matter how many times you give up, you remain frustrated,
It’s something embarrassing.
Living seriously means
What am I?
What can I become?
Continuing to ask, that’s the story
That’s why it’s painful
That’s why it shines
What saves me is that story
Because I lack talent, so what?
Go ahead and do it, protagonist.
Even if we live in the same way,
We can’t stay the same, right?
Because you’re also
The protagonist of your own story.
After all, a frustrating tomorrow will come,
Let’s make a pinky promise with our sleepless lives.
It’s not appropriate,
Or who you’re comparing yourself to,
I just want to talk about something before that.
What am I?
What do I want to become?
Starting is that kind of story
Longing, giving up, after the heavy rain, then the sunshine
What saves me is that story
Because I lack talent, so what?
Go ahead and do it, protagonist.
Because I lack talent, so what?
I’ve been waiting, protagonist.
Because I lack talent, so what?
Go and come back, far, far away.
Because I lack talent, so what?
Let’s talk again someday.