I'm out of breath after running 5000 miles With 100 liters of adrenaline, I'm at 5 times full power
How much further is good? How far would be OK? The pattern of the town's trees is getting repetitive
The whiteness that has changed, The weakness that hasn't I want to believe in the me that's here and now
Hold your left and right hands above your head and pierce through the darkness, GO! There's no lies! I've decided it! As soon as you cross the starting line the world will open up to you!
Flickering over and other until they fade away, The ancient streetlights lead me on my usual way
A nostalgic wind blows through this rusty town It becomes a tailwind that pushes my back forward
Until your tears dry up, get rid that resignation in your heart, STOP! There is no goal! There's no coming back! Eternally sprinting, cutting through the wind
Let's return those bitter days, Can you open it? Your dreams are locked inside Pandora's box
Whether you make the first or second move, you must move forward, OK! It's good to rest a bit, I know that The process of how I've made it up to here is your proof
Hold your left and right hands above your head and pierce through the darkness, GO!
I'm out of breath after running 5000 miles With 100 liters of adrenaline, I'm at 5 times full power
How much further is good? How far would be OK? The pattern of the town's trees is getting repetitive
The whiteness that has changed, The weakness that hasn't I want to believe in the me that's here and now
Hold your left and right hands above your head and pierce through the darkness, GO! There's no lies! I've decided it! As soon as you cross the starting line the world will open up to you!
Flickering over and other until they fade away, The ancient streetlights lead me on my usual way
A nostalgic wind blows through this rusty town It becomes a tailwind that pushes my back forward
Until your tears dry up, get rid that resignation in your heart, STOP! There is no goal! There's no coming back! Eternally sprinting, cutting through the wind
Let's return those bitter days, Can you open it? Your dreams are locked inside Pandora's box
Whether you make the first or second move, you must move forward, OK! It's good to rest a bit, I know that The process of how I've made it up to here is your proof
Hold your left and right hands above your head and pierce through the darkness, GO!