How far have we walked
There’s no place to lean on
We’ve become accustomed to pretending
Look, we’re quite alike, aren’t we?
Every time I cover my ears
I hear it
Every time I close my eyes
I see it
Answers and loneliness are side by side
The voices urging us to keep going overlap
No matter how many times
I don’t want my dreams and pain
To be measured by someone else’s yardstick
I won’t accept that
There were no laid-out rails
From the beginning
I’ll grasp them firmly
Reach out with that hand
I won’t run away, even if I’m covered in mud
I’ll keep struggling and standing
You are beautiful
The difference between the imagined future
And the reality is frustrating
With an ordinary face
How many times have I shed tears?
Painful, bitter, dislike, tough, unavoidable
The dark, narrow, scary world is cold
Believe in faint wishes, strong feelings
The voices urging us to move forward overlap
No matter how many times
I’m pursuing
The ideal form I want to be
Don’t equate it with self-righteousness
Even if fingers are pointed behind my back
I won’t look back
Because we have a landscape we want to see
I don’t want my dreams and pain
To be measured by someone else’s yardstick
I won’t accept that
There were no laid-out rails
From the beginning
I’ll grasp them firmly
Reach out with that hand
I won’t run away, even if I’m covered in mud
I’ll keep struggling and standing
You are beautiful