On the way home, it suddenly occurred to me
Becoming an adult
Might have been a bit disappointing
But was it me who failed to meet the expectations?
I was engrossed in drawing a map,
When did I lose it?
Or did I just hide it somewhere because I was embarrassed?
Is becoming an adult about giving up on the fun?
Is it about getting used to giving up?
Is it about getting good at choosing the flat path?
Hey, my friend, once again,
Shall we continue the adventure?
I feel like I can go further than that day now
I feel like I can go further
I feel like I can go further
If I could go back now,
Which day would I choose and press the button?
Was it the night I couldn’t sleep from excitement?
Or was it the moment I finally accomplished something?
When did I start looking at my exuberant self
With cold eyes from behind?
I wonder when and why
Ah, I see, there is nothing that can be taken for granted
Like the sky of twilight after the rain, or the hustle and bustle of the shoe locker after school
Or the premonition of knowing a new world, like the last day of July
We probably can’t go back, but we keep on redrawing it
I don’t mind if it gets dirty, because it looks better when it’s worn out
The boy from that day, he runs out with a light kick
Now, because it is now, I want to see the continuation of the story
Hey, my friend, once again,
Shall we continue the adventure?
I feel like I can go further than that day now
I feel like I can go further
I feel like I can go further
Because I feel like I can go
So, let’s spread out your map