It was always like that, whatever I did, I was too late
I could never realize things quickly
Your preciousness and the chances that came to me
I was such a fool then

My friends who were always ahead
Looked like great shadows
I tried so hard to keep up
And without knowing, I got closer

But it’s not me, there is nothing innate in me
I have nothing, which was what I sang every day
I lack so much so I tried so hard to make up for it
The sweat trickling down my arms
It wouldn’t evaporate
They filled up my cracks with stories and now I can finally say

I was scared, whenever things didn’t work out
Whenever I was busy making excuses
I tried fitting myself to other people’s eyes
I had to go through those long days

But it’s not me, there is nothing innate in me
I have nothing, which was what I sang every day
I lack so much so I tried so hard to make up for it
The sweat trickling down my arms
It wouldn’t evaporate
They filled up my cracks with stories and now I can finally say

There was resentment from those narrow hearts
There were easy rejections
Fortunately, it’s not too late

Don’t give up, though these stories hurt
Each moment is my own story
Don’t try to stop
The opportunity will definitely come, even if it’s late
Aren’t you curious, what will be contained
In the wrinkles around your eyes?
The answer can come later
So right now, just go for it