Feels like the grammar we just learned: present continuous, my unstoppable energy.
Trying this and that, sometimes failing.
I want to expand by trying all sorts of things, my tiny world.
It's better to have higher hurdles, because reaching them makes me happy.
I stack one more level than usual on the box jump, and I'll clear it.
If someone says I'm cool, of course that's nice, but is that all?
Is there no other way to compliment me? ... well, whatever.
I don't cry easily, and I'm strong in competitions.
Even if I'm a little small, I can run faster for that.
I'll go all out, chasing every new encounter.
Someday, somewhere in the future, to the grown-up me.
Resound! The rallying cry of courage.
I pep up for 'men, dō, kote' and give it my all.
Yamato-damashii!!
The uniform that fit so well yesterday now feels stifling.
Besides the 'remember this' that the teacher tells me, there might be other things I want to keep in mind.
When it comes to feelings, I'm quite sensitive; that's normal for a girl, right?
Puberty, a transition, a growth phase-if you compare it to a butterfly, it's the chrysalis stage.
Clad in hard, reassuring armor, I grope around in the dark.
Homework, independent assignments, friendship, and human kindness-all important.
Even with such a tongue-tied mouth, action over contemplation.
Endless after-school chat time; I love it.
We'll soar together, with cheerful smiles.
Even if I don't have wings yet, as long as we hold hands it's okay.
Deliver! The rallying cry of encouragement.
I'll give you a push with 'men, dō, kote'.
Yamato nadeshiko!!
Sometimes I cry, and losing is painful.
Not everything goes smoothly-busy days.
If I keep going like this, sprinting ahead.
What will I see? Where is the ideal me?
I'll blow away those anxieties.
But because I'm a little small, I can run faster for that reason.
I'll go all out, heading toward new encounters.
Someday, somewhere in the future, to the grown-up me.
Ring out! The rallying cry of courage.
I'll gear up and work hard at 'men, dō, kote'.
Yamato-damashii!!