There's no change reflected in my clean eyes along the roadside Running through mach-50 dreams A whirlwind has coiled around my wrists Making a vow to the wounds I got from my past self
The blue sky is wrapped in grey I've waited impatiently as the wind caresses my shoulders I've continued to hold on with both hands To a nihilistic hope called "thunderclap"
I keep on running - I stop I keep on hitting away - I open my fists Engraved in my palms Is each step that let me arrive to today
Tomorrow is enduring the tears of the twilight sky With its own wind blowing To when we, before long, become adults Thunderclap
Who are the rivals who are allies with others? It's easier than being afraid So I run, striking out my fists again Driving away the 'loneliness' lodged in my heart
Until now I quickly continue to lose But I keep betting on myself My permanent image is Lucky 7 A competitive cross-counter with my past self
I've continued to aspire But this path is still going on Surely "freak of nature" is engraved On the palms of my wrenched-open hands
If the rain's surprise attack Had put an end to this story Someday it would harden the earth And would become the path we walk on
The storm passes, there's a break in the clouds New light shall pour out again At that moment, I can likely meet myself face-to-face
Tomorrow is enduring the tears of the twilight sky With its own wind blowing To when we, before long, become adults Thunderclap