Always so far away
I hurry on to become a FIGHTER
No way will my goal come to my hand easily
Looking through the same eyes I remember the people I know
Though weak and frail, I keep walking on...
My dreams call, saying "come now", and I keep on going
Where, where should my life go now?
I don't want to live like a RUNNER forever
Dirty, dirty paths I don't want to go on alone
Voices bring us together, my wounds become my strength
I accept the challenge that tomorrow brings
At night, the stars break the sky, waking me from my sleep
While I count them, I breathe a sigh...
The faraway path leads to a dead-end
How many tears must the underdog shed?
My dream is visible, but what meaning does "today" hold?
You should understand, again, that it encourages me!
Where, where should my life go now?
The STRAIGHT path is so boring
Dusty, dusty paths... I'll cut my own
Inside my thoughts escape, and my wounds become my strength
I walk on toward tomorrow