I wonder what the first word I ever wrote was
Whose face was the first portrait I drew?
It’s strange, isn’t it? I’ve written so much already
But that first stroke still makes me nervous
Walking in a daze, the tip of the pencil rounded
Before I knew it, it had become so short I couldn’t hold it
Things I wanted to know, things I wanted to do, even dreams I wanted to fulfill
I’ve always turned them into shapes together with you
Filled with memories and lots of love, even on the back cover
I’ll keep recording them on a new page
The beginning is a straight line, full of determination
Let’s stretch it all the way to the sky
It’s okay to overflow, it’s okay to take detours
Just let the wind blow
If I draw a straight line to the end
I’m sure I’ll see it
A new world, myself, and beyond
What I remembered was that day, still pure white, both right and left
My grip was clumsy, but my overflowing words wanted to be conveyed
The color of happiness, the traces of fallen tears
Everything is a treasure
La la la…
Before I knew it, it was filled up
Everyday life filled with graffiti
Laughing together, colliding, and stacking
(The story will continue forever)
Even the erasures are beloved traces
Proof carefully spun
It’s okay if it’s with you, we can make it happen
The cover is adorned with memories and lots of love
I’ll keep writing in any notebook
Now, more and more, leap out!
With all your might, go beyond the sky in a straight line
It’s okay to overflow, there are no mistakes
Just feel it
If I draw a straight line to the end
I’m sure I’ll reach it
To the light that illuminates a new world
Ah