[English]
作词 : 藤原聡
作曲 : 藤原聡
I’m proud of it all—every part that makes me who I am.
I love it all—even the dark side of myself reflected in you.
The talent I didn’t get, this fragile personality,
but also the strong will to dream big, no matter what.
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I’m always anxious—the crowd’s footsteps seem to trample my efforts.
How many times have I depended on the shadows within you?
“It’s alright to be the only one,”
but behind the forced blindfold,
I’m tired of seeing a sleepless version of myself.
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”If you look at it realistically and objectively, it’s hopeless. There’s no way I’m getting first place.”
I know that—I really do, but
deep down, I just can’t accept it.
Why did I end up with such tricky,
ill-fitting strengths, anyway?
...
Carrying those things called “myself,”
we cried and laughed, always competing.
We gave everything to the things we loved,
and cried again and laughed again,
all at a crazy pace.
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No matter how many times I win, the future stays tough.
Honestly—what’s up with that? When I keep losing over and over,
memories just slow my steps even more.
That’s the worst gift from my past self and from you.
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My calculating, passive side acts as a bandage that protects me.
I’m too scared to ever peel it off.
I know that—I really do, but
my pride stays brand new, swollen and itching.
Because both are me, both are you,
and both are truly how we feel—it’s such a pain.
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“You got a late start.”
“The world is just too big.”
“Geniuses are next-level.”
“Doesn’t matter. As long as you’re having fun, right?”
Geez, shut up—but even so,
I had days when I still lost to you.
Well, guess that’s how it goes—a steady core or
fixed ideas just aren’t me at all.
But now, I’m at my limit.
No way I’m going to do everything you say.
I just don’t want to lose to anyone!
So please—don’t let that fire burn out!
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Carrying those things called “myself,”
we cried and laughed, always competing.
We gave everything to what we loved—still, we cry and laugh,
and once we get into position, let’s go for it, all out.
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Carrying those things called “myself,”
all the joy, sadness, anxiety, hope, despair, excitement—they’re yours and mine, all of them.
Carrying those things called “myself,”
we’ll cry and laugh till our last breath.
“I’m really glad.”
Yeah, I’m glad I got to live.