I've now seized my dreams
If the leader of the loud cheers is struck comfortably
People saying they'll be reborn starting tomorrow
giving up all hope of success
is that the style of this World?
They keep on getting swept away by those excuses, they're nothing more than a chip, swept aside
surely no longer needed by anyone
And the strange thing is that on the other side of the door, no one's calling themselves Proudly
Everyone is at the farthest point of their troubles
Throw yourself in with abandon, I'm at the helm
Rather than looking down at my inferiors and laughing, I look up at my superiors and want to despair
It's great to keep saying stuff like "more"
To the person with a trained sense of smell who marks sounds with numbers,
what era are we in? does anyone know
Ticking in a staccato
Although it's not a clear-cut path I walked down
Filling a wish, gently
I wonder, what would the girl from that day think of this scenery?
let's breakthrough this Enchanting Valley of Success
