This scenery I've gotten used to, if I try to capture it in this shutter
It'll get blurred, It'll be hazy, as though out of focus
The dream I had only existed so I could write my essay
But before I knew it I felt gloomy and the words blurred away, unreadable
Lowering and insuring myself are the only things I'm good at
So I don't fall down, I'm always just preparing myself
I just realised, but I seem to have gone and lost my map quite a while back
On it, the rails remain correctly transcribed, but
Hey! Even without such guidеlines you can choose your own road, right?
Walk with confidencе! Now, with your first step. Where will we go?
Focusing on scenery I should be used to, I can see it changing color
I've lost the map, and I don't quite know all the shortcuts, but
I think that's alright
Even the shortest distance to someone, somewhere isn't really short;
At times, it could even be a detour
Since in the road to your future self nothing, not one thing, is decided
But, isn't this what makes it fun? Let's make that important first step
It isn't determined that what adults teach us is correct
The ones who taught us this were, again, aduls, so────
With drooping shoulders
Just being satisfied by being pushed down, people who lived like this, will never find their road
Since in the road to your future self nothing, not one thing, is decided
But, Isn't this what makes it fun? Let's take that important first step
Even without the map I was handed, I shall break open the future with these hand
It's not “Tomorrow will come”, but rather “I'll go”
To a future I've chosen myself, right?