The clouds at sunset whispered, saying “It’s your turn next”.
But I’ve grown tired of the game I’ve used to kill time, so it’s probably just a scapegoat.
I’m the king of my own world. I can even run across water.
I can reform eggs if they break on the ground. I can even become an astronaut!
If I just keep gathering the pieces that fall from the sky, then I’m sure I’ll eventually get there…
I’ll raise my very own flag!
So put on jeans filled with holes, fighting back tears as the wind blows by.
As the deep breaths come, one by one, take your stance as a boxer!
There’s only one chance to be reborn, knocking on a door of ideals.
We’re the only ones who can make each of our fleeting flowers bloom!
Slowly brushing the sand from my skirt, the future left at my very fingertips
Seemed about to disappear, so I reapplied my bandages.
The tiny girl that exists inside of me ties her hair in an off-beat fashion.
If I’ve managed to dance this well, there will be no turning back. I looked down from the footbridge overhead.
I’ll sew up any rips that happen, sealing them with a hot, hot iron.
Quite the triumph, right? I’m flying my flag high! ‘Cause I can’t live perfectly all the time.
So put on shoes caked with mud, using your fingers to untangle the ribbon in your hair.
As you embrace your sighs, one by one, let your steps ring out as a dancer!
If you wish to know an unknown world, find a spot of floor where the sun shines through.
Once we awaken from a shallow dream, we’ll each carry on our own fight!
Riding a tailwind, I want to always seek reassurance. Through countless repetitive mornings, I’m reaching out my hand!
For the time being, this outcome seems doomed to be a tragedy.
While trying to joke about it, I ended up crying and laughing at the same time.
If you wish to know an unknown world, find a spot of floor where the sun shines through.
Once we awaken from a shallow dream, if we’re going to dance, it has to be freely!
So put on jeans filled with holes, fighting back tears as the wind blows by.
As the deep breaths come, one by one, take your stance as a boxer!
There are limitless chances to be reborn, knocking on a door of ideals.
We’re the only ones who can make each of our fleeting flowers bloom!
You’re free to make it bloom! You’ll carry on your fight!
So put on jeans filled with holes, fighting back tears as the wind blows by.