The words of “giving up”
Changed to “I’m tired of it”
Thinking this is fine
Abandon the pretense
Reach out your hand
Point to the ‘No.1’
Dreaming of ideals
With an inadequate pen in hand
The trembling strokes of the brush
Unconsciously scratched the body
With wounds
There is fear, yeah
But I can’t give in
My own number (one)
Biting countless times
Seems like it might collapse under the burden
So high that it’s easy to lose sight
But it’s the definite path to the (one) peak
You gave it to me
I’ll never let it go
It was just an evaluation within someone else
I’ll overwrite the numbers
It’s not a pretense
It’s an unwavering ‘No.1’
The recommended path by others
Seems like the correct answer
Following the textbook
All that’s ordinary and boring
Has saturated
It’s okay to be awkward
Our own future
Let’s gaze at it
Biting countless times
Seems like there’s a lot to bear
Just spreading my hands
Won’t be enough
But I’m not alone
I’ll gather it with you
Each piece, no matter how small,
Is not wasted
We won’t make mistakes if we’re together
The ‘No.1’ is there
Even if you wish for a dream
Miracles won’t happen
But there was a trajectory
Let’s fulfill
The promise we made together
We seized it
Caught up with what we carry
Won’t lose sight anymore
The shining red peak (one) was there
You gave it to me
I’ll never let it go
Overwrote the evaluation
Confined within someone else’s mind
This is our final destination
An unwavering ‘No.1’