It’s unusually white, it’s unusually long
The answer is probably just a matter of formality
Even if my fingertips tremble
Right now, I’m at a three-way intersection
That shouldn’t be on the map
What should I rely on to move forward?
As they say, it’s just like the textbook
Filled with difficult words
Today, it’s no different from back then
If I fill in this blank, will it be solved someday?
How would you move forward?
It’s unusually white, it’s unusually long
The answer is probably just a matter of formality
Even if my fingertips tremble
There is no correct answer, there is no defeat
I will live my life as myself, that’s all
Even if I stir things up more, there will be no tomorrow
Blaming it on the useless map
I’m at a loss
Even if I pretend to be strong, the result is probably the same
I cram so much into it that it’s about to overflow
Glancing at other people’s boxes
I can’t even fake a smile properly
If there were no blanks like this, you might think
It’s wrong to think everything is fine like this
It’s empty, there’s nothing
I don’t know if it’s lost or if it’s begun, but
There’s no way but to go forward, right?
What’s the correct answer, what’s the value
I will live my life, I can’t live as anyone else
Even if I stir things up more, there will be no tomorrow
No matter how much I struggle, there will be no tomorrow
