[Verse 1]
When I say the word "fifty"
Should I call it "half of a hundred" instead?
In front of the perfect number, one hundred
It must mean that I've come halfway
[Chorus]
Looking back at the footprints I've walked
The traces are so deeply carved
Within them lie countless meanings
A half-filled, unfinished diary
[Verse 2]
When I say the word "fifty"
Should I still call it youth?
In front of the perfect number, one hundred
I'm just a child taking baby steps
[Chorus]
Looking down from the hill I climbed
The view is so breathtakingly beautiful
I'll fill that path with countless meanings
And walk down one step at a time
[Bridge]
The fierce wind that raged so wildly
When I turn around, it now carries me on its back
It becomes my friend, walking arm in arm
Saying, "Let's go together to the very end"
[Chorus]
When I open my eyes to a brilliant morning
I see people struggling their way up
If someone asks me for directions
I'll tell them, "You're halfway there"
[Outro]
And I'll say, "It's going to be okay"